"He was also relatively sure that he only had two arms..."

Okay, I'm not too happy with this, mainly becasue it's pointless fluff and I don't think I wrote it too well... but as it has been pointed out to me, I'm not the best judge of my fics. So I'm asking you guys. Is it any good? Is it worth posting anywhere else?

Main thing is, did you enjoy it? :D

Title: Distractions
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Character/Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: 16+
Genre: Romance/Fluff
Word Count: 885
Notes: No actual speaking takes place. Mainly becasue I accidently deleted their conversation and couldn't remember it.

Summary: It was around about this time, that he lifted the sheet and discovered they were both completely naked.



Distractions

The sheets rustled. That wasn't such an unusual occurrence, only Rodney was pretty sure that he hadn't moved. He was also relatively sure that he only had two arms. And he could feel both of them lying on the bed next to him, so where did the third arm come from?

The third arm that was currently lying across his stomach, fingers lightly curled around Rodney, the warmth radiating from the limb comfortable. The third arm that was too hairy to be female. The third arm that belonged to a sleeping Major John Sheppard.

Rodney blinked a few times, as his befuddled mind tried to process this. Major Sheppard. In bed with Major Sheppard. He was in bed with Major Sheppard.

Huh.

Part of Rodney knew he should be freaking out about this, but a larger potion of his brain helpfully pointed out that it was either too early in the morning or too late at night to be worried about such a tiny detail like being in bed with Major Sheppard. Even if the bed was Sheppard's, instead of Rodney's own.

It was around about this time, that he lifted the sheet and discovered they were both completely naked.

All his higher brain functions shut down for a few moments after that revelation and it was with a great mental tug that he dragged his thoughts – Naked!Sheppard. Naked!Sheppard. NAKED!SHEPPARD!! – away from the fact that there was a naked body next to him and tried to focus on what had happened the night before.

Okay, so they were both naked and in Major Sheppard's bed. Clearly, there was a very good reason for this if he could only think of it. He didn't have a hangover, so drinking was out... he was missing part of last night – the important part, which explained why he was missing his clothes. Okay, so... concussion! Maybe he had a concussion and that explained why he was in the Major's room. The Major, being such a good friend, wouldn't have wanted to leave Rodney alone if he was suffering from a concussion... and maybe it got really hot last night? Yeah, that was it. It got hot, so he undressed...

Major Sheppard made a little grunting noise and rolled over, his arm tightening around Rodney's middle, as if it belonged there and for one, long, silly second, Rodney almost thought it did. The soft flow of air on his neck was nice, the hot breath another reminder that he wasn't alone in the bed and God, it had been so long since he hadn't been alone. Then Major Sheppard made another noise, this time rather like a cat's yawn and Rodney found his eyes drawn almost against his will to the Major's face.

He liked the way Major Sheppard looked in the morning, all ruffled and slightly confused. He liked watching the other man slowly wake up, watch the eyelids flutter and – yes, still naked.

Damn.

He suddenly wished he was dressed and far, far away as Major Sheppard's eyes opened completely, staring at him. He swallowed nervously, suddenly realising that parts of him were more awake than his brain and not only that, but a certain part was very awake and pressing into Sheppard's leg. Rodney closed his eyes and waited for death.

He got a wiggle from John instead. A wiggle and flesh rubbing against flesh. Rodney's eyes snapped open and he stared at John who looked pretty surprised about the wiggle as well. Rodney felt his lips quirk upwards in a small grin, which John slowly returned.

Carefully, still worried about death, Rodney reached out and lightly touched John's neck, causing a sharp intake of breath and making the arm tighten ever so slightly around Rodney's chest. Rodney froze, his fingers stilling, as his eyes stared questioningly at John. He didn't dare speak, in case that made John leave. Leaving however, seemed to be the last thing on John's mind as he shifted ever so slightly closer, leaning into Rodney's hand.

Rodney was just starting to relax when John gave him a wicked grin, the type a predator normally gives its prey before striking. Rodney just had time to register this look and start to catalogue possible reasons for that look before John rolled over, pinning Rodney to the bed.

He stared up at John as the other man stared back down at him, not leaving but not... doing anything. And not getting dressed either. From his position on the bed, Rodney had a perfect view of John's bare skin and the toned muscles under it. John shifted slightly, his leg rubbing against the inside of Rodney's thigh.

Rodney let a little whimper slip from his mouth. This was clearly the sign John had been waiting for as another smile twisted onto his lips, his eyes turning dark with lust.

As John trailed kisses down Rodney's body, pausing for a second to suck lightly on the other man's hip bone before working his way even further down, Rodney realised that he still didn't know what had happened the night before, how they had ended up in bed together and on yeah, they were both still naked. But that was okay, because some things – oh God, yesyesyesyes, there, fast, more! – worked much better without clothes.

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