slashing_lorne | Don't Think, Just Feel: Lorne/Zelenka, Slash, R

Title: Don’t Think, Just Feel
Series: SGA
Characters: Lorne, Zelenka, Cadman
Pairing: Lorne/Zelenka
Word Count: 1,756
Rating: R
Notes: Czech words: Ano = yes, milacek = darling/sweetheart, milenec = lover

Prompts: For Kink Bingo Fill: “Plushie or Furrie Kink"

When Evan stepped into the mess hall, enough people looked up, looked away or started snickering for him to know something was up. He collected his dinner tray and made his way over to sit with Radek at their usual table by the window.

“Milacek. You’re late,” Radek said.

Evan dropped into the chair and glared around at the people staring at him. This wasn’t new, he and Radek had been out for months now, and with DADT abolished, the novelty of their relationship had worn off.

He leaned over the table and hissed, “What the hell is going on today?”

The Czech looked around but shrugged. “What? I do not know what you mean.”

“People are looking at me, talking about me.”

“I think you are being paranoid again. We have discussed this, Evan.”

He picked up his fork and stabbed at a piece of almost-meat meatloaf. He hated Tuesdays. He had to force himself to choke down the unappetizing meal. As he ate, Radek told him about the latest attempt to recharge a ZPM, expressing his frustration that they were almost there, but something was off in the calculations.

There was a flash of black uniform and red hair beside him and then Laura flung herself into the chair and turned to Evan demanding, “Did you see it?”

“Did I see what?”

“Wormhole: Lost City? Episodes three and four came through in the databurst yesterday.”

He groaned and sat back in his seat, dropping his fork. This explained all the looks and the chatter. “What did Major Holm-No-First-Name do now?” He hated that the SGC had let that stupid show and the spinoffs continue on the air. The IOA claimed the existence of the show would help ease the way when it was time for the Stargate program to go public. Evan hated that somehow the producers and writers had created a character based on him, and wrote the character enough like Evan that anyone that knew him and watched the damned show knew where they were getting their info.

Cadman was nuts about the show, she was the self-proclaimed biggest fan in the city. She was so fanatical about it that Evan was not entirely certain she wasn’t a consultant for them. He wouldn’t put it past his weird friend. She grinned cheekily at him. “Holm rescued the Pel’taye Princess from the mercenary alliance that had captured her, and they fell madly in love and he offered to resign his post and leave the base to go with her to her homeworld. It ended on a cliffhanger.” Laura stole a cold almost-tater-tot off his tray and pouted about the cliffhanger.

“Are the Pel’taye not the tall furry creatures like Chewbacca?” Radek asked, hiding a smirk behind his hand.

“Wouldn’t that make you the damsel in distress?” Lorne snapped at his partner.

Radek grinned, “I am not tall enough to be Pel’taye. So, when did you save princess and have this affair?”

Slamming a hand down on the table, Lorne shoved back and stormed out of the mess hall. He hated that damned show.

~*~

He was sulking on the balcony when Radek came up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist, resting his cheek against Evan’s back. “Are you still angry, milacek?”

“No. Yes. I don’t know.” He dropped his hands to clasp Radek’s arms, swaying slightly back and forth as Radek rocked him, something his scientist did anytime he’d had a rough day.

“What troubles you most, is affair with woman, or is affair with other species woman?”

“I just hate that my life is being parodied for some stupid television show. And, damn, Radek, she’s covered in fur, for God’s sake.”

“There is much to be said for fur, can be quite sensual.”

Evan spun in his arms and looked down at Radek. “Is that so?”

“Ano. Is so. Come, I show you.” Radek took his hand and tugged him to the balcony doors and led him inside.

Releasing Evan’s hand, Radek went to the closet and opened it, crouching down to dig around in the bottom, muttering in Czech as he struggled to tug something out. Evan went to help him drag a large nylon bag from the pile of debris on the closet floor. “This is it!” Radek declared happily as he nearly fell over the bag. He glanced at Evan and looked him up and down while tapping his chin thoughtfully. “Do you wish to play tonight?”

Evan grinned and nodded, wondering what was going through Radek’s frizzy head.

“Close your eyes.”

Oh, it was going to be one of those kind of play nights. Evan closed his eyes and fell into parade rest to wait for Radek to set things up. He heard the opening and closing of drawers and stuff being tossed around.

Radek’s hands - and how Evan loved Radek’s soft hands - moved along his cheeks and slid a blindfold into place. His fingers ran along the edge, smoothing it down, so that the rumpled edge would not bite into Evan’s face and leave a painful mark. “Is good?”

“Is good.” Evan confirmed with a smile. Radek’s lips brushed across his in a light feathery kiss.

Noises told Evan that Radek was moving around near the floor, shoving furniture out of the way.

The hands were back, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it off. The t-shirt came next, carefully wriggled over his head, not disturbing the placement of the blindfold. Warm lips trailed kisses along his neck, collarbone and down the center of his chest as Radek went to his knees in front of him. His hands held Evan’s hips for a few moments as his nose nuzzled into Evan’s belly and Radek nibbled until Evan wriggled and gave a squeak of protest at the tickling.

His boots, socks, BDUs and boxers were dispatched in short order.

“Come, milacek.” Radek’s hand slid into Evan’s and he was led away from the bed, towards the sitting room portion of their quarters. He hesitated as he felt something under his bare feet that shouldn’t be there.

“Is all right, step up.” Radek coaxed, tugging on his hand. He moved forward and then knelt down when Radek pulled.

"Hey, is this a rug? Where'd this come from?" He put his hands out and let his fingers glide through fuzzy softness all around him.

Warm hands rubbed over his shoulders and then pushed him over onto his side. “Ano, is rug. Came from home, was in my family’s house for many years. Before we leave Earth, my brother and I go to clear away things. I chose to take this.”

Radek took his hand and guided it up. Evan felt something hard but fur covered. He traced his finders around until he realized what it was; a large head. “A bearskin?”

“Ano. Stretch out on your back.”

The softness made him sigh. He wriggled his ass around a little, enjoying the new sensation. Radek laughed at him and ran his hands over Evan’s belly and down his legs, tickling him. It was going to be a fun night, Radek liked to tickle when he was in a silly mood, and Evan was spread out on a carpet of tickle. He started to giggle in anticipation, even before he felt the touch of something soft across his belly.

“What’s that?”

“Shh. Do not think so much, just feel, milacek.” He wasn’t feeling Radek’s hands, and that made him frown. He felt two different patches of softness running across his shoulders and chest. He was rubbed all over with what felt like downy soft feathers or very fine fur. He giggled and laughed and snickered, a lot. So did Radek, obviously enjoying the play. Evan found himself twitching and pulling away at times from the light touches. His lover was pointedly avoiding touching any of Evan’s erogenous zones, drawing this out as long as possible.

Radek’s voice was a little husky as he patted Evan’s thigh and said, “Roll over.”

“Oh, God.” He gave a full body shudder as his penis came into contact with the softness of the pelt beneath him. It did not help when Radek smacked his butt with the soft fuzzy things again. “What is that, milenec?”

A kiss landed on his nose and then the fur caressed his cheeks. “Since you ask so sweetly, is rabbit fur gloves, turned inside out.”

Evan wriggled into the fur beneath him again, panting a little as Radek began to run his fur covered hands over his back, ass and legs. “So, love, do you think it will still be such a terrible thing to have been seduced by Princess from Pel’taye? She would have had hands such as this to caress your skin. I think you like this feeling, no?”

“No… I mean yes. Keep doing that, right there.” Evan spread his legs as Radek caressed the inside of his thighs, just barely brushing down his crease and behind his balls. His little Czech gave a wicked little laugh and began to tease him in earnest, tapping him with the lightest of touches of the fur between his legs.

“Killing me. You’re killing me. I’m gonna make a mess all over your rug.”

“Very well, I do not wish for this. Flip over again. Imagine I am Pel’taye Prince that is grateful for rescue by brave soldier.” Radek’s hands ran over his arms, then down his chest to his groin. When the fur covered hand clutched his cock, Evan bucked up and shouted in Czech, “Do prdele!”

Radek stroked him a few times as Evan writhed on the soft pelt beneath him. “Please, love,” Evan croaked, in sensory overload.

Finally, blessedly, Radek’s familiar, warm, soft fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking and twisting him in the way that pleased him best, bringing him rapidly to the edge. He came with another shouted oath in Czech, a habit he had quickly picked up from his lover in their time together. He collapsed against the rug, panting heavily as Radek used what felt like his t-shirt to clean him up.

Lips, tongue, teeth on his mouth, Evan opened and returned Radek’s passionate kiss. When the kiss was over, Radek whispered a warning as he slid his fingers up to intie the blindfold, “Close your eyes, milacek.”
He did, and still blinked at the brightness of the room when he opened them, despite Radek’s hand hovering over his face to shield the light a bit. He smiled and leaned up for another kiss.

“Milenec, next time, I get to be the Pel’taye.”

Radek laughed and kissed his nose again. “Is deal.”