Fic: Tied Up, Sticking Around (Part 2) (McKay/Lorne)

Title: Tied Up, Sticking Around
Pairing: McKay/Lorne
Rating: NC-17
Recipient: sonotgoingthere
Spoilers: None
Summary: Things don't exactly work out how he was expecting when Rodney gets dragged to an art exhibition (Earth-based AU)

Author's Note: Thanks to my wonderful beta, for doing a wonderful job on this in a very few days.

Part 1

Tied Up, Sticking Around Part 2

Rodney had spent the day watching the clock and wondering when would be a reasonable time to leave in order to give Evan time to get to his place and get comfortable, but not enough time to get bored, and so Rodney himself wouldn’t seem too eager, but also wouldn’t seem like he was more interested in work than he was in the hot guy waiting in his apartment to have sex.

Simpson kicked him out at ten to seven, declaring that whatever he was worrying about, he was going to drive them all crazy and should leave while they still had a chance at retaining what little of their sanity working with Rodney had left them with.

Which was why Rodney was standing in front of his own apartment door at quarter past seven on a Wednesday evening, trying to come up with something intelligent to say to the guy waiting inside and half-wishing he’d agreed to Evan being naked in there so they could go straight to the sex without any awkward small talk. Though he supposed he might have felt compelled to make small talk anyway, and that would have been even more awkward with a naked guy in his bed.

“Get a grip,” he told himself firmly, and unlocked the door.

His apartment was dark enough when he got inside that he started to wonder if he should have stayed later at the lab after all, if maybe Evan had decided Rodney always worked till nine and wouldn’t show up for another hour and a half, leaving Rodney sitting there like an idiot and also ruining Rodney’s plans for the start of their evening.

A sound came from the direction of his bedroom and he jumped, even more on edge. Of course, there was always the possibility that it was burglars and not Evan – wasn’t under the doormat the first place most burglars looked for a spare key, and maybe they’d chosen today to rob him. He was sure he’d seen some study claiming that most burglaries took place around Christmas…

“Rodney?” Evan’s voice called. He sounded kind of sleepy – maybe the burglars had found him there, drugged him with something to make him cooperate, and Rodney should be running for help, not following the sound of his voice, except apparently Rodney’s self-preservation instincts had gotten lost somewhere along the drive home, because he was pushing open the door to his bedroom and –

And he didn’t, of course, have burglars at all. What he had was Evan, sitting cross-legged on his bed, barefoot in a pale blue shirt and worn jeans which, as he’d predicted, did look damn good on the man. “Is that a cat?” he asked stupidly.

Evan looked up from the ball of gray fur curled happily on his knee and grinned, bright and happy like – well, like a kid at Christmas, given the time of year. “His name is Leo.”

“Leo,” Rodney said doubtfully. The cat looked barely old enough to be away from its mother, never mind old enough to be named after any kind of hunting animal. “Maybe he’ll grow into it.”

“I’m sure he will.” Evan stroked a single finger down the cat’s – Leo’s – back, and got a snuffling purr in response. “He’s not really from me,” he added. “Sheppard said you had some kind of deal, but he didn’t know anyone who’d have kittens this time of year. I asked a friend of Laura’s. If you don’t like him, you can take him back, choose another one.”

“No.” Rodney finally remembered that he didn’t have to stand in the doorway, and toed off his shoes, moving to sit in front of Evan on the bed and sliding Leo carefully onto his own knee. “No, he’s perfect. I’m sure my niece will love him, anyway.”

He leaned forward, intending to kiss Evan briefly, to say thank you, and hello, but Evan slid a hand round the back of his neck and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss and sliding his tongue into Rodney’s mouth, and it really would have been rude to do anything but reciprocate, especially when Rodney had been thinking about him, getting distracted by thoughts of his mouth and his hands and, if he was honest, his ass, all day.

Evan was grinning when he broke the kiss. “You like my jeans?” he asked innocently.

Rodney rested his hand on Evan’s knee, then ran it slowly up the inside seam of his jeans, rubbing the soft material between his fingers. Evan shivered. “Very nice.”

“Thank you.”

Leo squeaked on Rodney’s knee, looking up at him with wide, tiny eyes. “Hold that thought,” he told Evan, and scooped the kitten up and carried it out to the lounge, where it looked at him for a minute, then settled under the coffee table and appeared to go to sleep.

Evan was laughing at him when he went back into the bedroom, closing the door behind himself. “I thought you didn’t like audiences,” Rodney said.

“It’s a kitten,” Evan said, but he did make a visible, if only partially successful, attempt to stop laughing. “Sure you’re not just worried about traumatizing it?”

“He’s too young to be seeing this kind of thing,” Rodney said, thus destroying his image as someone completely heartless for eternity, at least with Evan. “Not that we’re doing anything to traumatize him yet.”

Evan shrugged. “You wanted to undress me.”

Rodney got a visceral flashback to Evan’s voice, talking him to orgasm in the middle of his lab, and his voice when he spoke was rusty. “Stand up.”

Evan blinked slowly and complied. Rodney noticed again that he was barefoot; somehow, it made him seem younger, though the look he was giving Rodney did a lot to dispel that image. “Come here,” Rodney said, and Evan stepped right into Rodney’s hand against his throat, in the open neck of his shirt.

“You look good,” he said, tracing the line of Evan’s throat and opening the top button of his shirt. “I noticed you when we came into the gallery, you know.” He thumbed open another button and slid his hand across to rub at Evan’s nipple. “You were talking to a woman, and she had her hand on your arm.” Another button, and he could feel the muscles in Evan’s stomach trembling slightly, like he was fighting to hold himself still. Apparently military training did have applications in real life after all. “You were smiling, but you looked like you wanted to shake her off.” The last button came open, and he ran his hands up Evan’s torso and over his shoulders to push the shirt away. Evan’s eyes were closed, his breathing just audible in the quiet room.

“Now, as good as you admittedly do look in these jeans, I think you’d look a lot better out of them.” Evan shifted slightly, his posture sliding into at-ease, complete with hands behind his back. It looked even stranger than it would have done anyway since he still had his eyes closed. “Does the Air Force train that into you with electro-shock therapy or something?” Rodney asked, momentarily distracted from the prospect of getting Evan naked. “Command tone equals proper posture?”

Evan opened his eyes to look at Rodney with confusion. “What?” He blinked, then shook his hands out. “Sorry. Yeah, force of habit.”

“I wasn’t complaining,” Rodney assured him, filing the information away for future reference, his hands going to the button fly of Evan’s jeans and taking the opportunity to grope his hardening cock. It struck him as entirely odd that he’d had two orgasms with the guy but this was the first time he’d really touched him. The shudder that ran through Evan made up for it, as did the way he pushed his cock into Rodney’s hand. “Patience,” Rodney said, though his own pants were starting to feel a little tight. He reminded himself that he was going to get to fuck Evan, finally, which actually didn’t help as much as he might have hoped.

“Good things come to those who wait?” Evan asked, his voice tight.

“Right,” Rodney agreed, and shoved his jeans down, leaving Evan wearing only blue-striped boxers, his cock clearly outlined under the material. “Much better.”

Evan laughed, his hands clenching and opening at his side. “Do I get to play too?”

“Sure,” Rodney said magnanimously, and pulled Evan in to kiss him, hot and sloppy, pushing his tongue into Evan’s mouth, his hands on Evan’s ass. Evan groaned into it, tugging at the hem of Rodney’s t-shirt. “What happened to patience?” Rodney asked against his mouth.

“Used it all,” Evan said breathlessly, and yanked Rodney’s t-shirt over his head, taking Rodney’s shirt with it. Rodney wanted to protest – he was in charge of this encounter – but Evan sank to his knees to push Rodney’s pants and then his boxers down to his ankles, and Rodney’s protest was cut off by Evan taking his cock into his mouth and sucking, hard.

“God,” he said instead, which lacked a certain something in eloquence, but made up for it in succinctness and getting his point across. Maybe suck on you again, Evan said in his head, accompanied by a very vivid picture of Evan doing exactly that in the parking lot, of Rodney coming so hard he’d felt shaken with it.

“Stop,” he said as firmly as he could, pushing at Evan’s head. “Stop, or I’ll come.” Evan gave him a look from under his eyelashes that clearly expressed what he thought of *that* comment. “I’ll come before I can fuck you,” Rodney clarified and tried not to give in when Evan said, “Mm,” around his cock.

“Seriously,” Rodney said, employing his best my-lab-my-rules-get-me-coffee voice. Who knew ex-Air Force officers could be so attuned to a command tone and yet so resistant to following orders? “Get on the bed. I’ve got plans for you.”

Evan gave his cock one last, long lick, then pulled his mouth off and stood up. “You should have said,” he offered, raising one eyebrow.

“I just did,” Rodney reminded him. “And take your boxers off.”

“Yes, sir,” Evan said, complying, and Rodney turned away to look in his sock drawer before Evan could get a good look at his face, because that was far hotter than it had any right to be when he listened to people saying it to him every day.

When he turned back, orange and pink striped tie in his hands, Evan had actually done as Rodney asked, and was lying, stark naked, in the middle of Rodney’s bed, his hands behind his head, one leg bent at the knee. Rodney swallowed hard; he’d known Evan was good looking from first spotting him in the gallery, but that hadn’t exactly prepared him for just how good Evan looked naked, his cock long and hard against his stomach, his eyes half-closed as he watched Rodney.

“You are not bringing that anyway near me,” Evan said abruptly.

“What?” Rodney asked. “The tie?” He’d had a few embarrassing misinterpretations in his sex life to date, but surely a man who had a photograph of himself tied to a bed hanging in a public gallery couldn’t be objecting to having his hands bound in the privacy of Rodney’s own home.

“Yes, the tie,” Evan said, frowning now. “It’s a crime against taste, not to mention the principle of complementary colors.” He paused then added quietly, “I’ll be too distracted by how awful it is.”

“Oh my God,” Rodney said in disgust. “I finally find a use for these things and they offend your artistic soul so you can’t have sex? That’s the stupidest thing I’ve heard all week, and if you knew my staff, you’d understand just how stupid that makes it.”

Evan’s face was tinged faintly pink, but he held his ground. “Sorry, but it’s true. You must have something slightly less offensive.”

Rodney rifled through his sock drawer – how had John managed to give him so many terrible ties when Christmas only came once a year – and finally came upon a black one decorated with electric blue caffeine molecules. “This meet with your approval?” he asked, holding it up for Evan, who nodded. “So glad to hear it. Any other aesthetic comments you want to make, or can I go back to attempting to fuck you now?”

Evan glared but, unlike Rodney, he was still hard, which Rodney took to mean the art criticism portion of the evening was done. He climbed onto the bed, straddling Evan’s hips and running the tie through his hands, Evan’s eyes following the motion of the material. “Give me your hands,” Rodney said quietly.

Evan held his hands out, his wrists already together, and Rodney hesitated, a little unnerved by how quickly he obeyed. “Do you ever say no to anything?” he asked.

“Pink and orange striped ties,” Evan said immediately, then sighed. “I’m not helpless, you know, or under your spell. I do still have the power of independent thought and action.”

“Fine,” Rodney said, and looped the tie round Evan’s wrists, pulling his arms above his head a little harder than he’d intended. Evan tugged against the material when Rodney looped it through the whorls of his headboard and nodded. Rodney wondered what his face had been like when the other model had done the same thing, if he’d looked the way he did now, and how hard the photographer had argued to put his face in the picture if he had.

“Kiss me now,” Evan said, catching Rodney’s eye, and Rodney was helpless to do anything but obey, his own cock hardening where it was pressed between their bodies. “Rodney,” Evan groaned.

“All right, all right.” Rodney found the lube on his bedside table and slicked a couple of fingers. “Okay?”

Evan nodded, his eyes dark. “Yeah. Please.”

He was tight when Rodney pushed his fingers inside him, tighter than Rodney had expected, but it felt good, felt even better when he imagined the same tightness around his cock, and Evan shuddered when he crocked his finger, feeling for Evan’s prostate. Slowly, he’d said, but Rodney was pretty sure slowly was going to either kill him, which would be a great loss to the physics community, or bring this whole thing to a much more rapid end, at least on Evan’s part, than Rodney was hoping for. “Another one?” he asked.

“Please,” Evan said, and that could count as begging, if Evan was set on following the script he’d set the night before, could at least count as maybe pleading, if not actual begging, because Rodney wanted to be inside him so badly… He slicked another finger and pushed back into Evan, fucking him slowly with his fingers, watching Evan’s eyes close again and wishing he’d thought to put on a condom before he started this portion of the evening, because he wasn’t sure his hands were steady enough to do it any more, and he could hardly ask Evan when he was still –

“Rodney,” Evan said, his voice low and hungry. “Please, fuck me.”

Which Rodney didn’t need to be invited to do twice, and it was too late to wonder if he should have done things in a different order since they hadn’t invented time travel at the lab yet.

“Come on, please. Rodney, I really need to…”

“All right.” Rodney ran his hand along the length of Evan’s body, trying to soothe, though the shiver that ran through Evan’s body would seem to suggest he hadn’t exactly succeeded. “We’re getting there.”

“Could we get there faster?” Evan asked plaintively, opening his eyes to watch Rodney wipe the lube from his hand so he could open the condom wrapper, which didn’t do a lot to help steady Rodney’s hands. “I could help you with that,” he offered.

“No you couldn’t.” Rodney nodded to his bound hands as he rolled the condom down his cock, forcing himself not to linger on it, no matter how good it felt to have something touch him, even if it was only his own hand. “Unless you want me to let you loose.”

Evan pulled against the material, not getting very far, and sighed in pleasure. “No. This is good.”

“Very,” Rodney agreed. He shifted to kneel between Evan’s thighs, looking down at him, his eyes half-closed, his skin lightly tanned, the last remnants of a summer tan covering lean muscles and strong thighs.

Evan shifted under him. “I’ve got a photo if you just want to look,” he offered with a sly smile, but there was something tight in his voice, anticipation or maybe simple desire.

“It’s not as good,” Rodney said. He stroked one finger over Evan’s ass again, then lifted Evan’s legs to rest on his own. “Ready?”

“Oh yeah,” Evan breathed, then, lower, as Rodney pushed into him, “*Oh* yeah.”

He was still tight, even after having Rodney’s fingers in him, and Rodney had been right, of course, he felt fantastic round Rodney’s cock, tight and hot and groaning low in his throat every time Rodney’s cock caught his prostate. You’d hold my hips down, Rodney remembered, and he rested his hands on Evan’s hips, feeling the curve of the bones under the layer of padding, tilted his body forward so more of his weight was on his hands, pressing Evan down into the mattress as he pushed deeper into Evan’s body, keeping his strokes as slow as he could.

“Please,” Evan said, his voice cracking. “Please, Rodney, touch me. Touch my cock.”

Rodney leaned in slightly, letting the tip of Evan’s cock rub across his stomach as he thrust, and Evan’s whole body jerked, tightening on Rodney’s cock, making both of them gasp. “How fast do you want this to be over?” Rodney asked. Evan’s response consisted of far more vowels than made any sense, but Rodney definitely wasn’t ready for this to be over. He shifted his weight back a fraction, just too far for Evan to brush against him, with Rodney still holding his hips down, ignoring Evan’s growl of frustration.

“Please,” Evan said again. “God, I want to, I need…”

“You don’t need anything else.” Rodney shifted slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts, and felt Evan shudder around him, his cock leaking pre-come. “Just this, you can come from this and you know it.”

“Please,” Evan said again, but it sounded like he was saying it without thought. “Rodney, please,” and his breath caught and he pushed his upper body as far up as it would go, his hands twitching like he wanted to reach for Rodney, “please, kiss me now,” and Rodney complied, sloppy with lust, his hands coming up to hold Evan’s shoulders, and Evan pushed up into his body once, then again, and shuddered hard, and came, clenching around Rodney’s cock, and any fantasy Rodney might have had about fucking a post-coital Evan would have to be put off because that was more than enough to send his own orgasm rocketing through him, so hard he was glad he was already draped over Evan, because there was no way his arms would have been able to hold him up.

*

“So,” Rodney said sometime later, fumbling with the knots in the tie while Evan tried to remember how to breathe. “It’s Christmas Eve tomorrow, and you already said you’ve got an empty apartment now Lauren’s gone to her boyfriend’s. So you should, you know, stay here. I have a cat now.”

And Evan figured the fact that he still couldn’t steady his breathing enough to reply (or tell Rodney, again, that her name was actually Laura, not Lauren) had to mean something, so it wasn’t exactly a bad thing when Rodney took his silence for the agreement he was ninety percent sure he intended it to be, when he freed Evan’s hands and gently rubbed away the faint ache in his wrists.

When it turned out that Sheppard’s latest hideous tie, which Evan, still there on Christmas morning, got to see firsthand, was spectacularly suited to being cut in half and used to tie his ankles to the bed, he decided that ninety percent was an underestimate – he was at least a hundred and ten percent in agreement with sticking around. Preferably for as long as possible.