Title: Bedtime Stories
Author: danceswithgary (danceswithgary@yahoo.com)
Pairing: Logan/Scott, Brian/Dom, Rodney/John, Clark/Lex
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 1200
Archive: Fine, just let me know
Summary: You never know who might be reading. (SV/SGA/TFATF/X-Men Crossover)
"I've had it with
you, Logan! Your inability to obey orders...."
Scott jerked angrily
at the concealed zipper of his suit, releasing an almost silent hiss as the
cooler air of the jet reactivated the sting of the chemical burn underneath.
Almost wasn't enough, and the heightened senses of the other mutant aboard
picked up the involuntary noise, as well as the scent of pain layered with
sweat and the basic essence of the team leader.
"Dammit, Summers! You didn't tell me you were hurt!"
Re-sheathing the metal
claws that had snicked out automatically at Scott's
initial shout, the burly man reached out to help the younger man peel the
treated leather off, growling at the thought of the dead man who was the cause
of the raw flesh marring the slender torso. His thick fingers gently traced the
edges of the burn before he turned away to locate the first-aid kit.
"
Scott's hand on his
shoulder sent a bolt of desire through a body already aroused by battle, the
plea in his voice plucking at Logan's core. He reversed direction and stepped
back into Scott's personal space, his eyes intent on the face half-concealed by
the red-tinted visor.
"I thought we
said this wasn't going to happen, kid?"
Scott flinched at the
rasping growl, but it didn't stop him from sliding his hand around
"Whoa, Bri, when you told me you had the latest X-Men, I wasn't
expecting something like this! Where the hell didya
find this?" Dom tossed the full-color comic down on the kitchen table in
front of his partner. "A person could get to feeling inadequate, if you
catch my drift."
Shoving the flimsy
book in question off the engine schematic he'd been studying, the blond man
snickered. "Like you really have to worry, big
guy." Looking up, his blue eyes twinkled at the scowling man.
"I think it's kinda hot, don't you?"
Reaching down with
one enormous hand, Dom lifted with a flex of his substantial bicep and brought
the teasing man to his feet. "Mutant guys in leather going at it in the
back of the coolest jet ever?" The slimmer man grunted as he was reeled in hard against Dom's solid chest. "Hell, yeah." He ground his hips until it was very
clear just how much he'd enjoyed the explicit illustrations.
Brian
grinned and ran his hands over his lover's skull, enjoying the faint rasp of
stubble against his palms. A
freshly showered and shaven Dom was a sensual treat, but the man who'd spent
the day at the garage rebuilding engines and smelled of oil and sweat was sex
on wheels. He buried his face in the side of Dom's thick neck and licked, the
rumble beneath his lips sending a jolt to his already aching cock. He....
"Watcha' readin', Rodney?"
The teasing drawl that tickled his ear sent adrenaline spiking through
McKay's body, and only years of practice kept his thick, agile fingers steady
enough to switch his laptop's display from his potentially embarrassing reading
matter to the latest graphs on the output from the generators on the southwest
pier. Spinning on the tall stool positioned in front of his usual lab table,
the scientist blasted his unexpected visitor with the patented blue glare that
sent all lesser beings running for their inadequate lives.
John Sheppard was made of sterner stuff. He just perched one hip on the
edge of the table next to the grumbling man and crossed his arms, his casual
grin defying the genius to do his worst.
Challenged, he launched his offensive. "Unlike certain
underemployed members of the military establishment, Major, I have enough tasks
to keep me busy 24 hours a day, seven days a week...not that those times are
applicable on this planet where the rotation actually corresponds to the
...."
Chuckling, the other man conceded the field. "All right, McKay. Point taken...for the ten thousandth time. I was just
wondering what had you so engrossed that you didn't
hear me asking about the latest widget you wanted me to fondle." He
wiggled the slim fingers on one hand in illustration, enjoying the
slightly-glazed look the move produced on the scientist's face. He dropped his
voice just to see if he could score a tongue swiping across thin, crooked lips,
too. "You were breathing a little hard. I didn't realize you had a kink
for naquadah statistics."
The tongue made its anticipated appearance, as did a slight blush.
"Ah well, that. Miko reported a possible virus
and I was running through some suspect files and...." His babble halted as
lean arms suddenly bracketed him and pressed him back against the lab table in
a move guaranteed to take his brain offline. "John...the door...."
A loud click announced that Atlantis had listened to John's unspoken
command, just as she always did for her favorite son. Pressing forward, John
dipped his head until his lips were just a few inches away from his goal.
"You know how much I like things that go fast. When you make a copy of your 'findings,' Doctor McKay,
send me one, too. I'll add it to my collection."
The genius proved that he was indeed just that, and simply nodded.
After all, his mouth was otherwise occupied.
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Closing his laptop, Lex rose slowly and stretched, hissing a
little at the extra pressure against his already strained zipper. That latest
story had been different, with the story inside a story inside a story
twist...and actually nudging closer to actual porn. He had to admit that it wasn't the writing that turned him on as much as the
thought of who was posting it. There were times that Lex wanted to make
some offhand remarks about his reading preferences, just to see if
fin
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