|mrstotten (mrstotten) wrote,|
@ 2011-05-17 09:12 pm UTC
|Entry tags:||birthday, mcshep is cuter than puppies, wifey is da bomb|
I hope you have a lovely day baby and that you are spoiled rotten and have an awesomely awesome time. We may not share a fandom anymore but you are never getting rid of me xxxxxxxx
Rodney McKay had been called many names in his life, most of which didn’t bear repeating but to the residents of Atlantis he was invariably McKay. Every now and again it would be ’that damn McKay’ ‘bloody McKay’ or his favourite ‘that arrogant asshole McKay’. Only a handful of people on the whole of Atlantis called him Rodney.
Elizabeth, who got away with it on the mere merit that she was Elizabeth. Teyla when she was trying to reprimand him for something and John Sheppard.
Although with John it happened rarely during the day, in front of people, unless he wanted something, then he would say Rodneys name, with an inflection that only Rodney could hear, evoking memories that would make Rodney’s head spin and give John whatever he damn well wanted.
Because Rodney usually heard that inflection at night. Under the cover of darkness, while they were tangled in sheets together, their bodies moving, John buried deep inside Rodney, pulling his head back for deep greedy kisses as his cock moved inside Rodney turning him into a jibbering wreck capable of only one syllable words, like ‘yes’ and ‘more’ and please’. John however would only ever say the one thing, Rodney’s name, a litany over and over as if praying to a personal deity. Then in the moment before he came John would groan Rodney’s name against the back of his neck, this time with a ring of possessiveness, a stamp of ‘mine’.
A they lay together afterwards, hands ghosting over skin still desperate for the need to touch, to be connected. John would whisper Rodney’s name against his skin, along with other words, never spoken aloud in the light of the morning. Before falling asleep Rodney would whisper John’s name softly back.
It became theirs, their own private little affection, that small bond that held them through arguments, battles and the ever lasting fight for a galaxy that was now home. By day they remained Sheppard and McKay, buddies, comrades, family. Two heroes of Atlantis who belonged collectively to the people of Pegasus. But at night they became John and Rodney, belonging only to each other. It became their own private way of admitting their love.
As the years passed and their relationship went from being the worst kept secret in Atlantis to something more open and evolved. They married in a semi traditional ceremony on their fifth year after the return to Pegasus from Earth.
Rodney had been asked on occasion why he still insisted on referring to his husband as ‘Major’ or ‘Sheppard’, but both he and John merely smiled and went back to trading insults, leaving the person baffled. They knew that what they had, what they shared defied explanation and in the dead of night, Rodney would still go to sleep with the sound of his name being spoken against his skin with reverence and devotion.