Lost in the Woods - 7/7
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: October 2009
Revised: June 2023
Beta: Susan
Word Count: 3078
He was back to the woods. To the clearing, bathed in hellish, poisonous green; its grass glimmering waxen; and with fruits gifting the crooked trees in black purple. Whereas the berries were beaming red, seducing him to feed on them once more. Jeez! He looked away to the creek whose surface flashed greasily, hinting at something moving underneath. The bugs! A shrill laugh out of the darkness made him jerk around, gripping his gun. His knuckles creaked, pushing an itch to his trigger-happy fingertips. Don't! That's pointless. Off you go!
Woah! Just then Rodney rose from the deep greenery, smiling confidently, taking him by the hand. "Come on. Don't be scared. I know what needs to be done."
Right. Move along. Don't stay in the dark. "Sure." So, they walked together. No creature threatened them. No cries disturbed their ears. His fears disappeared. The darkness vanished. And even though he didn't know where Rodney was leading them, he felt content and curious when he woke up. "Rodney," he croaked wistfully, but reality hit him right off the bat. Rodney wasn't lying next to him. As ever, he was alone. Yeah. My bad. Though I'm not willing to stay alone any longer; to feel alone anymore. He would follow his instincts and capture who he desired. Get up then, lazy guy. Move in!
*****
Alone was the least sensation Rodney was going through in his current dream. In charge and on top of things he mounted one or the other mighty tree and then, oh my, Major John Sheppard, plowing into the officer like a ravenous creature, making him howl with surprise and delighted pain. He and his prey tossed and turned in tumbles of a bluish green sea of algae, slippery and ready to fire off amidst those rampant plants. Mine... mine... mine. He fucked into the squealing body like a raving loony, his cock fervidly sore and still unfailingly hard, though he was batten on his cravings since the break of day. Oh my. He yowled like a dog in heat and fucked the hole of his adored lover with strapping strokes, entangled in spicy-scented lianas and leaves, feeling close to being sated for eternity. As if! Right then he jerked awake, having the most painful erection ever, so fierce he couldn't touch himself without being in unpleasant pain but could not not touch himself whatsoever. He bore the pain, gritting his teeth, until, good heavens, infinite desire and lewd wetness gushing over his stomach crushed him down. "Oh my god." He smacked his lips and then licked the salty sweetness off his hand, making unfamiliar growling sounds. That thrill of power. That delight racing through him. And he wasn't done yet. He was eager to go for a second round, the man he was in love with constantly on his mind. Ah, well, fuck it.
*****
Only in shorts, John hurried out of his quarters searching for Rodney. He failed in the lab and in his quarters just as in the infirmary. At last, he struck home in the break room, where Rodney was filling a plate with food. John snorted. Why didn't I think of this first? Rodney, too, was by himself, given that it was the middle of the night. Yeah, whatever. Let's do this now or never. John sneaked up to him. Dear Rodney. Eager. Exciting. And so damn tasty. He swallowed. But like me in bad shape. It's about time we find our way. "Hey McKay, what are you doing?"
Oh. Look! He jumped. Almost dropping his plate. "Good God, Major! You scared the hell out of me. Don't sneak up on people like that."
"I wasn't sneaking," John denied out of habit. "You don't look well, McKay. You don't sleep at all, do you?" Those lush lips though. Always chipper and ripe.
"Well, I have a lot of work to do..."
"Is it the dreams?"
Rodney cringed. "I already told you." The plate in his hands wavered. "I don't dream."
"Never? Is the genius Rodney McKay even above such a simple thing as dreaming?" He stepped in Rodney's personal space, pleased by a delicious scent of barely concealed arousal.
Rodney blinked rapidly but stood his ground.
Yeah. Sure. Breaking up by blinking. John smirked. "No dreams about me?"
Rodney fidgeted.
Got him. "No dreams about me - and you - naked?"
"Are you nuts?"
"Dreams of us - fucking?"
Rodney dropped the plate. It shattered on the floor, spreading the sampled food everywhere. "I won't listen..."
John grabbed him by the sleeves and pulled him as close only a wisp of charged energy was left between them. "I feel lost again." It's frightening how much I miss those trees, the scent of green... and you and me... sore and spent.... "What about you?"
"Let me go."
"Stop denying."
"Denying what?"
"That we fucked each other senseless entrapped by nature."
"That's rubbish."
"Nah. It's fact." John fixed his eyes on Rodney's trembling lips. "I want us to continue what we started in the woods." That place which put me right on track.
"Nothing started."
"Let's refresh your memory." John moved in and kissed him on the lips.
"Major!" Rodney yelped, backing into the wall.
"What? I'm a healthy man with natural needs. You didn't complain in the woods..."
"T-That never happened. It was a hallucination... a dream..."
"So you do dream," John crowed. "Come on. Kiss me."
"I don't think so." Yet Rodney reciprocated to the bulge in John's shorts grinding his pelvis against him.
"Uh... you need more drive to be convinced, do you?"
"Please... don't... the woods... it was rather... extreme," Rodney confessed, quivering. "I can't even describe..."
"We can name it later." John softened. "Did I hurt you? Was I too rough?"
"No... just... you stripped away all of my defenses."
"And that was bad?"
"Yes... no... I don't know..."
"Come on. Remember." Gently John fondled Rodney's balls, and then, seizing the stiffening shaft, he was squeezing straight on. "I need you to remember."
"Oh god... Major... don't do that..."
"You know what I remember explicitly? You shouting and moaning... John... give me more John..."
"Carson told me there were a lot of drugs in those woods. We were not ourselves... we were... bewitched."
"I certainly was," John agreed smugly, teasing his lips with a tip of tongue. "And I liked it." There was no resistance. "I needed it." He pulled at Rodney's zipper. Damn it. The stupid thing got stuck. "Besides - I dreamt of fucking you before. It wasn't because of any drugs. The woods just gave me a push."
"I... don't believe you."
"Why should I lie to you? Did I ever lie to you?" He cupped one of Rodney's balls, thumbing the curve through the fabric of the pants, making the other man squirm like a fish on the hook.
"Oh... oh John."
"That's more like it," John whispered, enthralled, and increased the pressure.
And Rodney leaned into him, shuddering and gasping, taking John's lips, kissing him passionately, slipping his tongue in.
Holy Crap! That's it. John bucked his hips. Get it on!
"JOHN! RODNEY!"
They jerked apart, looking sheepishly at the killjoy.
The aghast Elizabeth, standing a few feet away, gaping at them saucer eyed.
Jeez! Give me a break! "Now what?" John shrugged. "We just... remembered."
"Here? Are you out of your mind? Get a room!" Elizabeth snapped, folding her arms.
Well. Rodney used the opportunity to run out, not minding his half-unzipped fly.
John glared at Elizabeth. "Bad timing, for sure. I'd almost convinced him and you..."
"John," she gasped, regarding his appearance. "You lost it, didn't you?"
"No. I am right on track. Finally."
"You're military!"
"Yeah, sure, but I'm also a man. I'll surrender to a curtain lecture as soon as I'm done with him." He ditched her offhandedly and went after Rodney. He wouldn't let him get away this time. They were meant to be together.
*****
Rodney jumped into the shower. His cock was a rock of misery, pulsing... hurting... burning... the icy water didn't help at all. He groaned in frustration. I need something... to eat. I need... need... need....
The shower door was torn open. Naked, John Sheppard joined him as casually as if he had done this dozens of times. "Good idea. Let's clean up our mess in a most pleasant way."
"No. Leave me alone," Rodney yelped. "I..."
John put an end to his complaining. He kissed him long and hard until both men had no breath left, and staggered on the slippery floor, desperately holding on, keeping each other from falling.
"Better now?" John panted into Rodney's ear.
Rodney gulped and nodded.
"Don't you ever forget again," John chided him, and fetched the soap.
"Yet. Why can't you let it go? That would be... easier."
John laughed. "Easier by far. But I'm fed up with easy straight lines. I'm longing to take every conceivable detour with you." He soaped Rodney's belly, going further down, right for the target, cupping his balls, covering them in foam.
Rodney gripped John's shoulders. "Uh... d-don't. I'm gonna explode."
"That's the plan." He grasped Rodney around the waist. "Hello, foodie. I missed your nice pair of love handles."
"See, you're too handsome for me."
"Don't talk trash." John pinned Rodney against the tiles, rubbing his erection against him. "You're ingenious. I've always wanted you."
"So what? It won't last."
"It will." He suckled on Rodney's earlobe. "I dreamt of being with you so many times... wasted opportunities... because I never dared... feared the consequences...."
"I'm nobody's dream...." Rodney groaned, yet he jerked into his touch, spreading beautifully.
"Shut up." John grabbed his ass and pulled him into him, grinding their cocks together. His lips found Rodney's, telling him how much he cared for him, how much he desired him, telling him the things he couldn't express in words.
Having no chance to escape anyway Rodney responded to every caress fervently. It isn't wise to argue with a lunatic military man, is it? Better to join in his delusions and lose my heart and soul. Enjoy it while it lasts.
"I'll make it up to you," John purred without breath. "I'll be more sensitive. I'll make you beg me to do you again and again and - a distinct smirk rocked his voice again." He trailed a line over Rodney's ass to the crack in the middle. "So nice and slow and soft you'll never need to complain." His fingers glided into the most intimate spot, feeling deep inside, as if it were for the first time.
"Oh. Oh dear." Rodney squeezed his ass cheeks avidly.
"Why, yes." John wriggled one finger around, briefly resting, then wriggled on.
Rodney yelped, shaking due to the intimate invasion, displaying the sensitive spot on his neck to John's nibbling mouth, needing more, much more than he could bear, but needing it anyway. "Not too slow... please... oh take me... bite me... fuck me... like in the woods... like you mean it... I need my defenses stripped away... I need someone like you... I need... need...."
John chuckled. "Are you trying to command me?"
"No... I beg you to fuck me..."
"...blue?" John quipped and plunged a second finger into Rodney's ass.
"Oh my." Rodney writhed his hips and toes. "Yeah. Do this. Or that. Do whatever you want."
"Okay. Here we go!" Boldly John tickled his tight hole. "My favorite fantasy... forever only a fantasy... until those woods...ah..." He bit down on Rodney's tender flesh, tasting his flavor, tasting the sensation of pure safety as well as utter excitement.
"I need to feel your cock. Please John!" Rodney cried out, chowing down the sharp flares of pleasure spiking through his body.
"Sure. Whatever you say." Slick and yet affectionate, he flipped Rodney around, and swapped his fingers for his cock, taking his eager but tight hole baiting him brazenly a bit too roughly. Though Rodney's delirious squealing made him keep going, fucking him without holding back, and still it felt different than at the times in the woods, because today he wasn't stoned and knew what he was doing to who and why.
Rodney wriggled and gasped and cheered him on, pushing him to the brink of ravishing, having his bursting balls brushing maddening against Rodney's strapping ass. "Jeez!" He plunged in all the way down to the root. "Come on! Give it up!" His cock was the only itch bothering him now, the one itch he didn't mind, and united with the soothing flow of the water streaming down on them, he let go of past fears and sorrows. Feeling Rodney's incredible hole twitching around his rigid cock he was spilling his juices way too soon, though he was satisfied nonetheless hearing his lover screaming his joy in line with him. He grunted and rested against Rodney relieving his overstrained back. What the heck? Look at him!
Rodney turned around promptly in his embrace, face glowing and gasping for air. "Wow! Talking about running wild."
"Yeah? How's my ingenious nature guy now?" John switched the shower off and fetched a towel. Well. If he isn't wiped out, I'm not the one showing any lack of strength. He dried Rodney tenderly, not leaving out the most intimate spots.
"Amazingly full." Oh my. It wasn't the worst mistake to become a member of his team. His spent cock prickled pleasantly. Isn't green the loveliest color, comforting, good, even perfect for me... not at all scary... oh nature... how do I love you... And then his focus shifted. "...oh fuck... keep doing this... John... oh John... I love you... I loved you all along..."
"Do you, buddy?" John beamed at him with eyes blazing green and affirmative. "That's good to hear." He seized Rodney's cock, bending down, licking the rosy head, teasing the shaft to swell up for more of the wild and exotic. "It would have been embarrassing if it's only me who loves you, wouldn't it?"
"Oh god! You're killing me," Rodney squealed, yet dived straight into the happiness washing over him, a dreamy reality in which John Sheppard made him his bitch. And as small as his quarters were, he and his lover succeeded to get lost in there, not having any wish to be ever found or go back to the harsh outside world.
*****
"They've been absent for three days. What are they thinking? Did they forget we have a meeting? Did they forget about the city?" Elizabeth paced through her office, fuming.
"You told them to get a room," Teyla deadpanned.
"At night. Not permanent," Elizabeth snapped, though not at her friend. I envy them. I wish I had someone who made me forget about the world. At least sometimes.
"I sense you need a break. Let's grab something to eat," Teyla suggested.
That's my life. Elizabeth stopped pacing. "Sure." Simply ordinary.
Teyla grabbed her hand and pulled Elizabeth with her.
Oh well. Teyla's touch pleased Elizabeth in the strangest way. Don't go there. You don't have time for... complications.
In the break room they met Carson, who looked excited. "Ermh... Elizabeth, I just came back from talking to a medic of the Frenas. I have extraordinary news."
"That doesn't sound good," Elizabeth said, now even more irritated.
"Aye. Disturbing news actually."
"Perfect." Elizabeth rolled her eyes.
"Eh?" Carson looked confused. "What's wrong?"
"Women's issues," Teyla quipped.
Elizabeth shot her a glare. "What is it, Carson?"
"It's best we sit down." The three companions gathered at a table. "I finally found a clue about the berries."
Elizabeth frowned. "The berries?"
"Aye. The one organic matter I couldn't analyze. The strangest stuff."
"So?" Elizabeth wasn't in the mood for more craziness. It had been more than enough to see John and Rodney making out in the break room. She only wanted everything to run as scheduled again. It was about time that the two most important men of Atlantis came back from their magical trip for real.
"The Frenas call them tree devils," Carson whispered, minding the other people having lunch. "They look and taste like berries, but they are not. Their bushes only grow around the oldest trees - the spirited trees."
"That's unfortunate... the Major ate them, right?" Teyla said, keeping her voice down as well.
"And he'd already... ermh... shared with Rodney. The Frenas said that's the same as eating them himself," Carson continued meaningfully.
Elizabeth grimaced. "Well, what's the effect of those tree devils?"
"That's the most mysterious part," Carson said. "Nobody knows for sure. It can be good or bad. It depends on how you live your life, how strong you are, who you love, and for whatever reason...."
"Isn't that what life always is about?" Elizabeth inferred. "A bumpy path in the woods, sometimes jinxed, sometimes not, and in the end it's destiny where we are heading?"
"Aye." Carson nodded. "Who shall tell them?"
Elizabeth shook her head. "We will never tell them. Understood?"
"Ignoring the problem will not make it go away," Carson countered.
"Let's wait and see. What do we know?" Elizabeth ended the discussion and took a bite of her sandwich. Teyla and I should go to those magical woods one day. I could get more than this as well. If I'm able to lose myself for once.
"I agree," Teyla said, smiling whimsically.
*****
Scary sounds disturbed the nightly corridors of Atlantis when the darkness was closing in, though the two men resting, entangled in sweat-soaked sheets, smoothed together like they were one piece, didn't bother. Had they come home at last?
John smiled lazily at his companion. "We made it."
"What?"
"Didn't you notice? I haven't scratched myself in two days, and you have eaten next to nothing."
"I must have lost my mind."
"Don't you get it?" John smacked his lover's ass.
"Ouch!" Rodney's cock twitched. Oh my!
"We're out of the woods."
"That's good because I can't take anymore."
"Oh yeah?"
"Definitely. It's my turn anyway. I'll fuck you into the ground for once."
"Sure." John smirked and sprawled. "I'm game."
"Huh?" Rodney gaped at him incredulous.
"Come on! Go straight in. I'm that guy. You know, like, That Guy."
Well then! By nature, Rodney had no choice but to obey to super-hero soldier man and his blistering kinks. That's right. Let's fall off the map. Let's love each other for mysterious reasons.
Oh my! They were nowhere near out of the woods yet.
Were they?
THE END
