07/29/2007: "SGA Fic: Side Effect (Lorne/Parrish; R)"

Title: Side Effect
For: mklutz
Rating: R
Prompt: Parrish/Lorne, Post-Tree!Parrish sex pollen
Notes: Loose sequel to A Solitary Tree

Of course there's a side effect. It wouldn't be the Pegasus Galaxy if there weren't side effects.

"What kind of tree were you, anyway?" The words are muffled against David's shoulder. He tastes great, and Evan should know. He's been tasting for hours, now.

"I didn't exactly –" David gasps as Evan bites down. His hands tighten in Evan's hair.

Evan likes it – the urgency, the pressure. It could be the first time – the first frantic groping, struggling to pull clothes open, off; those first few messy kisses, pressed against each other, hard and panting – instead of the fifth.

Maybe the sixth. He's not really counting.

"Seventh," David says, pulling Evan up to his mouth. "I've been counting."

Scientists, Evan would say, except he's busy. David's lips are hot, familiar, they taste like Evan and salt and hours of kissing, hours of fucking and licking and learning each other. Thinking about it makes him harder – David, on his knees, eyes closed; David, straddling Evan, fingers splayed across Evan's chest and holding him down. He pulls away enough to catch his breath, lips brushing against David's as he mutters, "Fuck," and slides his cock along David's hip, feeling David's answering movements.

His arms ache. Sweat is slick between them. He wants faster, more, David's mouth on his cock, on his ass, everywhere all at once, making Evan beg for it, or making Evan demand it.

"Please – " David says, fingers digging into Evan's shoulders, and that's it – Evan comes, hard, just as hard as the other times. He comes, David comes, and this is what he wants, this, again and again, any time he can get it, even right now. David should roll him over, spread his legs wide, and fuck him. Now.

Evan takes a deep breath and reluctantly pulls himself away. Grabbing his headset, he clips it on. "Dr. Weir?"

"Major? How are – what's your situation?" She sounds wary, diplomatic. Un-phased.

"Same as before, ma'am. I'm keeping Dr. Parrish's quarters locked down." He knows he sounds ragged, needy.

"Are you –"

Hell, yes, he's sure. Whatever David's exuding would cause havoc in the city. "Yes."

"Dr. Beckett –"

David's hand is on his thigh, tracing small circles. "Has blood samples. Let us know when he finds something." He pulls the earpiece off, tossing it back on the floor. "Again," he tells David.

Fingers press in a little harder. "Fucking?"

Evan's already rolling over.

End.




	Home Archives July 2007 SGA Fic: Side Effect (Lorne/Parrish; R) [Previous entry: "SGA Fic: Save it For Off-Duty (Lorne/Atlantis; PG-13)"] [Next entry: "SGA Fic: On the ground, off-world (Lorne/McKay; NC-17)"] 07/29/2007: "SGA Fic: Side Effect (Lorne/Parrish; R)" Title: Side Effect For: mklutz Rating: R Prompt: Parrish/Lorne, Post-Tree!Parrish sex pollen Notes: Loose sequel to A Solitary Tree Of course there's a side effect. It wouldn't be the Pegasus Galaxy if there weren't side effects. "What kind of tree were you, anyway?" The words are muffled against David's shoulder. He tastes great, and Evan should know. He's been tasting for hours, now. "I didn't exactly –" David gasps as Evan bites down. His hands tighten in Evan's hair. Evan likes it – the urgency, the pressure. It could be the first time – the first frantic groping, struggling to pull clothes open, off; those first few messy kisses, pressed against each other, hard and panting – instead of the fifth. Maybe the sixth. He's not really counting. "Seventh," David says, pulling Evan up to his mouth. "I've been counting." Scientists, Evan would say, except he's busy. David's lips are hot, familiar, they taste like Evan and salt and hours of kissing, hours of fucking and licking and learning each other. Thinking about it makes him harder – David, on his knees, eyes closed; David, straddling Evan, fingers splayed across Evan's chest and holding him down. He pulls away enough to catch his breath, lips brushing against David's as he mutters, "Fuck," and slides his cock along David's hip, feeling David's answering movements. His arms ache. Sweat is slick between them. He wants faster, more, David's mouth on his cock, on his ass, everywhere all at once, making Evan beg for it, or making Evan demand it. "Please – " David says, fingers digging into Evan's shoulders, and that's it – Evan comes, hard, just as hard as the other times. He comes, David comes, and this is what he wants, this, again and again, any time he can get it, even right now. David should roll him over, spread his legs wide, and fuck him. Now. Evan takes a deep breath and reluctantly pulls himself away. Grabbing his headset, he clips it on. "Dr. Weir?" "Major? How are – what's your situation?" She sounds wary, diplomatic. Un-phased. "Same as before, ma'am. I'm keeping Dr. Parrish's quarters locked down." He knows he sounds ragged, needy. "Are you –" Hell, yes, he's sure. Whatever David's exuding would cause havoc in the city. "Yes." "Dr. Beckett –" David's hand is on his thigh, tracing small circles. "Has blood samples. Let us know when he finds something." He pulls the earpiece off, tossing it back on the floor. "Again," he tells David. Fingers press in a little harder. "Fucking?" Evan's already rolling over. End.