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slashing_lorne2006-10-09 10:24 pm
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Entry tags:
Oct 7 Challenge
Title: The One Where There's Sex and Angst (tm)
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
imagechild
Pairing: Lorne/Kavanagh
Word Count: 777
Rating: NC-17
Summary: PWP, mostly :P
Warnings: they have SECKS!! zomg!
Prompt: Oct 7 - 21st Space Shuttle Mission Atlantis 1 lands at Edwards AFB: write a drabble/ficlet about Lorne and his lover arriving/meeting in Atlantis. Single word prompt: missionary
Disclaimer: I own nothing--thoughazicrow and ria_kukalaka May or May Not own my soul.
Also: I hate ending fics *grin*
Of course it was the worst possible timing--chaos everywhere, radios sputtering out aborted commands, the city climbing slowly from ages-long sleep around them.
Or maybe it was perfect.
Because once he saw that familiar curled ponytail in the SGC's gateroom, once he'd realized that the feelings he'd long decided were better buried were still there, despite his reservations, he'd been helpless to stop the inevitable.
A single brush of fingertips while pressed against one another, waiting for the gate to be opened. One short, intense look, his ex-lover's eyes as expressive and large as they ever were. He remembered falling for those eyes..and seeing how they filled with pain when he'd been transferred out for 2 long years.
"I can't do this anymore...it was hard enough this close, with you in the science division and me working with my team. It was bad enough hiding it this way..how do you think things will go when I'm in McMurdo or Timbuktu or wherever-the-hell for 2 years?"
Cal had just sighed and scowled and turned his back....and Lorne had let it be...because even that was better than watching it wear his lover down over 2 long years.
His artificial gene had made him shivery inside, made him tense, made him uneasy the first second they'd breached the 'gate and spread out into the cavernous front room.
Now, with half-familiar voices in their ears, pressed together in what looks to be an acient...an Ancient laboratory, hands fumbling and nervous, mouths pressed together, gasping and needy, Lorne wonders if it had been Cal all along that had made him shivery inside. Kavanagh turns them, presses him against the wall, hands finding easily the velcro straps on his tac vest and pulling them free with a spine-straigthening ripping sound. Lorne doesn't think it's just Cal--as the lights still flicker, as Cal presses close, not talking yet--not talking at all, his knee pressing between and up and Oh Christ, I missed you, that particular shivery sensation comes again. Lorne moans uncharacteristically loud, his head tipping back against the wall, and grabs at the scientist's his scientist's ass, while Sheppard drones on in his ear, breaking the Marines up into sections.
They are hurried, unsubtle, afraid of being caught--afraid of this alien place, afraid of when their next chance to touch and rub and caress will be. Lorne's hand pushes it's way into the back of Cal's tight uniform pants, and they both groan out in relief when he pulls Kavanagh forward, pressing their hips together.
"should never have left me" Kavanagh half-growls, giving Lorne's lower lip a vicious nip, just shy of drawing blood--he knows how to play this game, hurting without marking.
"didn't...won't...not ever."
Lorne doesn't know if the words are true, but he says them anyway..because he'd lie to protect Cal--he always would.
They come together after two years, tasting of desperation and fear, hands slick with the sweat of uncertainty as they rub trouser-clad hardness against trouser-clad hardness. Lorne nearly blacks out when Cal finally gets his BDUs open, when he finally pulls them both out, presses them together, precum not quite enough to make it slick, but just enough for the friction to take his breath.
His hands are tight on Cal's hips, holding him, though Cal tries to take over rhythm, tries to push forward, hands braced on the wall to each side of Lorne's head. They move together for long moments, each system coming online, each new bit of power fed into the system rushing through Lorne's body, adding to his pleasure. Kavanagh notices, face flushed, eyes dark.
"God, you can feel it, can't you? You can feel it..."
"yeah...." Lorne growls out, pulling so hard at Kavanagh they both lose breath. They both finish before they want, but time is of the essence, time is precious, and they have so little. Who knew that a missionary mission, a diplomatic, explorative mission, would bring them together again, when nothing of their parting had spoken of any likelihood of repair, of repentance, of a happy ending.
In the aftermath, for long moments they sag against one another, Cal's hand sticky and warm, both their bellies wet with cum and sweat. Lorne lets his forehead touch Cal's, breating softly for a moment, still twitching as each Atlantis system flitsin and out of his periphery.
"I still don't forgive you"
Lorne shakes his head, brushing their foreheads together.
"me neither.." he whispers back, attention returning to the low hum of activity in his earpiece.
"but I will...."
Author:
imagechildPairing: Lorne/Kavanagh
Word Count: 777
Rating: NC-17
Summary: PWP, mostly :P
Warnings: they have SECKS!! zomg!
Prompt: Oct 7 - 21st Space Shuttle Mission Atlantis 1 lands at Edwards AFB: write a drabble/ficlet about Lorne and his lover arriving/meeting in Atlantis. Single word prompt: missionary
Disclaimer: I own nothing--though
azicrow and ria_kukalaka May or May Not own my soul. Also: I hate ending fics *grin*
Of course it was the worst possible timing--chaos everywhere, radios sputtering out aborted commands, the city climbing slowly from ages-long sleep around them.
Or maybe it was perfect.
Because once he saw that familiar curled ponytail in the SGC's gateroom, once he'd realized that the feelings he'd long decided were better buried were still there, despite his reservations, he'd been helpless to stop the inevitable.
A single brush of fingertips while pressed against one another, waiting for the gate to be opened. One short, intense look, his ex-lover's eyes as expressive and large as they ever were. He remembered falling for those eyes..and seeing how they filled with pain when he'd been transferred out for 2 long years.
"I can't do this anymore...it was hard enough this close, with you in the science division and me working with my team. It was bad enough hiding it this way..how do you think things will go when I'm in McMurdo or Timbuktu or wherever-the-hell for 2 years?"
Cal had just sighed and scowled and turned his back....and Lorne had let it be...because even that was better than watching it wear his lover down over 2 long years.
His artificial gene had made him shivery inside, made him tense, made him uneasy the first second they'd breached the 'gate and spread out into the cavernous front room.
Now, with half-familiar voices in their ears, pressed together in what looks to be an acient...an Ancient laboratory, hands fumbling and nervous, mouths pressed together, gasping and needy, Lorne wonders if it had been Cal all along that had made him shivery inside. Kavanagh turns them, presses him against the wall, hands finding easily the velcro straps on his tac vest and pulling them free with a spine-straigthening ripping sound. Lorne doesn't think it's just Cal--as the lights still flicker, as Cal presses close, not talking yet--not talking at all, his knee pressing between and up and Oh Christ, I missed you, that particular shivery sensation comes again. Lorne moans uncharacteristically loud, his head tipping back against the wall, and grabs at the scientist's his scientist's ass, while Sheppard drones on in his ear, breaking the Marines up into sections.
They are hurried, unsubtle, afraid of being caught--afraid of this alien place, afraid of when their next chance to touch and rub and caress will be. Lorne's hand pushes it's way into the back of Cal's tight uniform pants, and they both groan out in relief when he pulls Kavanagh forward, pressing their hips together.
"should never have left me" Kavanagh half-growls, giving Lorne's lower lip a vicious nip, just shy of drawing blood--he knows how to play this game, hurting without marking.
"didn't...won't...not ever."
Lorne doesn't know if the words are true, but he says them anyway..because he'd lie to protect Cal--he always would.
They come together after two years, tasting of desperation and fear, hands slick with the sweat of uncertainty as they rub trouser-clad hardness against trouser-clad hardness. Lorne nearly blacks out when Cal finally gets his BDUs open, when he finally pulls them both out, presses them together, precum not quite enough to make it slick, but just enough for the friction to take his breath.
His hands are tight on Cal's hips, holding him, though Cal tries to take over rhythm, tries to push forward, hands braced on the wall to each side of Lorne's head. They move together for long moments, each system coming online, each new bit of power fed into the system rushing through Lorne's body, adding to his pleasure. Kavanagh notices, face flushed, eyes dark.
"God, you can feel it, can't you? You can feel it..."
"yeah...." Lorne growls out, pulling so hard at Kavanagh they both lose breath. They both finish before they want, but time is of the essence, time is precious, and they have so little. Who knew that a missionary mission, a diplomatic, explorative mission, would bring them together again, when nothing of their parting had spoken of any likelihood of repair, of repentance, of a happy ending.
In the aftermath, for long moments they sag against one another, Cal's hand sticky and warm, both their bellies wet with cum and sweat. Lorne lets his forehead touch Cal's, breating softly for a moment, still twitching as each Atlantis system flitsin and out of his periphery.
"I still don't forgive you"
Lorne shakes his head, brushing their foreheads together.
"me neither.." he whispers back, attention returning to the low hum of activity in his earpiece.
"but I will...."
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I hate you! You realise that, right?
THIS...THIS is the fic I've been trying to write for MONTHS! And you still did it far better than I ever could have!
Yep, hate you! Although I may be convinced to forgive you...at some point..if you write lots more.
*is still shivery inside*
I shall read it again when I'm more awake and leave some actual feedback.