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escapingrealityTitle: The Reward
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rolleson
Fandom: SGA
Rating: ADULT
Character/Pairing: Sam/McKay
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Sex.
Summery: Sam's part of the deal.
Notes: Following on from The Dinner. 793 words.
The gentlemen in him didn't want her on her knees. The pervert in him really wanted her hair in pigtails.
Part of him really wished she hadn't decided to do this in the lab. Part of him wished she'd left the door unlocked.
She was resting back on her heels, looking up at him, smiling and she looked gorgeous, adorable, and really, really hot. The plait just made her look sweet, and he groaned at his own thoughts, making her chuckle. All she had done was walk in, lock the door, kiss on him once, quickly, before dropping to the floor in front of him and he was hard and straining against his zipper. He knew what was coming though. He'd thought of little else since dinner three days ago.
“You don't have to do this you know,” he said, voice high and strained, when she reached out finally to undo his pants.
“I know.” She smiled again, and carefully pulled his trousers down, before running a finger over his cotton covered erection.
“You want to?”
“Uhm, yeah.” She didn't looked up again, she looked like she wasn't sure, but she was pulling at his underwear anyway, freeing him, letting his boxers drop onto his trousers.
“Why?” he yelped, when she licked his cock from balls to tip, sucking the head for a quick moment, before pulling away.
“You want to talk about this now?”
“I thought I'd ask before you got started.”
“Because you're hot?” she tried.
“I know that's a lie.”
“You shouldn't be so hard on yourself McKay.”
“You think I'm hot?”
“Good looking at least.” She leant forward again, “we can talk about this later.” She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock and a shiver ran through his whole body.
“Okay,” he breathed.
“Good,” she rested her hands on his hard thighs, licking the underside of his cock, swirling her tongue around and around his shaft until he was shaking. He wasn't going to last long, and he really didn't care. He was pretty sure that this was one of the few situations where it didn't matter. She took him in his mouth and he moaned, one of her hands closing around the bottom of his shaft, the other still holding onto his thigh. She started to suck hard, pumping her fist slowly, and he suddenly wanted to last longer because ohgodSamCarterwassuckinghiscock.
“Sam,” he moaned, she didn't reply, but hummed around him, the vibration shooting down to his toes. The steady suction of her mouth, the hot, tight feel of her lips, and the wetness of it all was making his head swim and his knuckles turn white as he held onto the lab bench. He wanted to move, god he wanted to move but he wasn't sure Sam would let him, and he really didn't want her to stop. Ever.
She moved to take as much of him as she could and he choked out an “Oh God,” and struggled to keep his eyes open so he could watch his cock slide in out and out of her mouth, her lips tight, faced flushed and full of him, sucking hard on the way down, licking around on the way up, her hand moving over the base of his shaft the entire time and he needed to come. Soon, before he passed out.
Either from the pleasure, or the fact that ohgodSamCarterwassuckinghiscock. Because even though he'd had her coming around his fingers, and was very familiar with her lips, his brain still couldn't get used to the idea that this was Samantha Carter.
When her other hand moved to fondle his balls, his couldn't keep still any longer, putting his hands on her head, in her hair and moving his hips minutely, holding on to as much control as he could, thrusting a little harder each time because she let him, she let him fuck her mouth and then he was done, gone, dead.
He shook when he came, and she held on tight to his thighs again, swallowing all she could, or all she was willing to, before she pulling away and letting him slip from her mouth. He groaned, but it came out as a shuddering breath, and he slid down onto the floor.
“Oh god, oh, god, oh god,” he whispered harshly.
“You okay McKay?” She was still knelt on the floor in front of him, and reached out to stroke his hair and face. He opened her eyes and tried to smile, but couldn't find the energy, or ability. His entire body had given up on him. That was no bad thing.
“Oh God,” he repeated, and she grinned, “what do I have to do to get you into bed?”
“Very little.”
Author:
rollesonFandom: SGA
Rating: ADULT
Character/Pairing: Sam/McKay
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Sex.
Summery: Sam's part of the deal.
Notes: Following on from The Dinner. 793 words.
The gentlemen in him didn't want her on her knees. The pervert in him really wanted her hair in pigtails.
Part of him really wished she hadn't decided to do this in the lab. Part of him wished she'd left the door unlocked.
She was resting back on her heels, looking up at him, smiling and she looked gorgeous, adorable, and really, really hot. The plait just made her look sweet, and he groaned at his own thoughts, making her chuckle. All she had done was walk in, lock the door, kiss on him once, quickly, before dropping to the floor in front of him and he was hard and straining against his zipper. He knew what was coming though. He'd thought of little else since dinner three days ago.
“You don't have to do this you know,” he said, voice high and strained, when she reached out finally to undo his pants.
“I know.” She smiled again, and carefully pulled his trousers down, before running a finger over his cotton covered erection.
“You want to?”
“Uhm, yeah.” She didn't looked up again, she looked like she wasn't sure, but she was pulling at his underwear anyway, freeing him, letting his boxers drop onto his trousers.
“Why?” he yelped, when she licked his cock from balls to tip, sucking the head for a quick moment, before pulling away.
“You want to talk about this now?”
“I thought I'd ask before you got started.”
“Because you're hot?” she tried.
“I know that's a lie.”
“You shouldn't be so hard on yourself McKay.”
“You think I'm hot?”
“Good looking at least.” She leant forward again, “we can talk about this later.” She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock and a shiver ran through his whole body.
“Okay,” he breathed.
“Good,” she rested her hands on his hard thighs, licking the underside of his cock, swirling her tongue around and around his shaft until he was shaking. He wasn't going to last long, and he really didn't care. He was pretty sure that this was one of the few situations where it didn't matter. She took him in his mouth and he moaned, one of her hands closing around the bottom of his shaft, the other still holding onto his thigh. She started to suck hard, pumping her fist slowly, and he suddenly wanted to last longer because ohgodSamCarterwassuckinghiscock.
“Sam,” he moaned, she didn't reply, but hummed around him, the vibration shooting down to his toes. The steady suction of her mouth, the hot, tight feel of her lips, and the wetness of it all was making his head swim and his knuckles turn white as he held onto the lab bench. He wanted to move, god he wanted to move but he wasn't sure Sam would let him, and he really didn't want her to stop. Ever.
She moved to take as much of him as she could and he choked out an “Oh God,” and struggled to keep his eyes open so he could watch his cock slide in out and out of her mouth, her lips tight, faced flushed and full of him, sucking hard on the way down, licking around on the way up, her hand moving over the base of his shaft the entire time and he needed to come. Soon, before he passed out.
Either from the pleasure, or the fact that ohgodSamCarterwassuckinghiscock. Because even though he'd had her coming around his fingers, and was very familiar with her lips, his brain still couldn't get used to the idea that this was Samantha Carter.
When her other hand moved to fondle his balls, his couldn't keep still any longer, putting his hands on her head, in her hair and moving his hips minutely, holding on to as much control as he could, thrusting a little harder each time because she let him, she let him fuck her mouth and then he was done, gone, dead.
He shook when he came, and she held on tight to his thighs again, swallowing all she could, or all she was willing to, before she pulling away and letting him slip from her mouth. He groaned, but it came out as a shuddering breath, and he slid down onto the floor.
“Oh god, oh, god, oh god,” he whispered harshly.
“You okay McKay?” She was still knelt on the floor in front of him, and reached out to stroke his hair and face. He opened her eyes and tried to smile, but couldn't find the energy, or ability. His entire body had given up on him. That was no bad thing.
“Oh God,” he repeated, and she grinned, “what do I have to do to get you into bed?”
“Very little.”
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