Characters: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard
Pairing: John/Rodney
ESRB Rating: Everyone 15+
Themes: UST, Drabble

Written for LiveJournal’s Comment_Fic Community. Based on beautybecks’s prompt, ‘Rodney’s complaining about the heat whilst John thinks he does look rather hot’.

Written: March 4th, 2009

“God it’s hot,” Rodney muttered, pulling down on the zipper of his uniform shirt. They’re out near the Eastern pier, in one of the newly discovered Ancient labs. The air circulation is on, but the sun is also beating right in. McKay runs a hand around behind his neck, trying to work a breeze in under his shirt’s collar.

John just looked away, careful to pay no attention to the expanse of McKay Neck that’s suddenly come into play. Instead, as a distraction, he reaches out for one of Rodney’s diagnostic tools - only to have his hand slapped before it reaches it.

“Sensitive! No touching!”

“Ow!” John snatches his hand back, glaring at McKay - and his McKay Neck. The fine sheen of perspiration on Rodney makes Sheppard lick his lips and look away again.

“And it’s not hot. It’s warm. At most.” Shaking out his hand, John slid it down into his pocket.

“Yes, thank you John Sheppard, meteorologist. The weather report was appreciated. Look, you’re here as a security detail. Why don’t you go… secure things.” Rodney made a quick motion with his hand before tapping a few things out on his tablet.

John tries to glare at him, but he’s not even paying attention. Rodney’s focus is completely for the tablet cradled against his chest. John is drawn again to the curve of McKay’s neck and the way a small tuff of hair springs out where the zipper ends.

He might have stepped forward, still focused on McKay’s neck, because suddenly he’s staring into blue eyes that demand, “What?”

“What what?”

“What are you doing?”

“What?” John licks his lips again and feigns a disinterested confusion, head lolling backwards just a bit against his shoulder while he folds his arms.

“Why do I even bother!” Rodney moves to turn away but Sheppard stops him, reaching out quickly and grabbing him on the shoulder to hold him in place.

Rodney is too startled to say anything, his mouth working soundlessly as John leans in - WAY in - and licks a long stripe from McKay’s collarbone up to just behind his ear. It’s a long and luscious swipe, full of possession.

“God,” is undoubtedly the word Rodney tries to moan, but it comes out more like ‘Guh’. His fingers white knuckle the tablet.

John chuckles then, a low sound that runs right down Rodney’s spine like lightening. “You’re right,” he murmurs, stepping back and sliding on his aviator shades. “It is kind of hot.”

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