Title: Snapshot
Author: chaps1870
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: NC17
Words: 3677
A/N: Urban Legend
Challenge: 181 Couple is caught taking risqué pictures in an amusement park
photo booth.
Everything Rodney had eaten in the last 24 hours was threatening to reappear as he grasped the metal restraining bar in front of him in a white knuckled grip. He was swallowing against the sudden overload of saliva in his mouth as he broke out in a sweat. He dared to open his eyes, hoping this nightmare was over, but a quick glance sideways confirmed that…no, it was possibly worse.
Neon lights flashed all around. Streaming light trails sped through the darkness below him and he slammed his eyes shut again. He took several breaths, calming his stomach and his nerves until the deathtrap he was riding in began swinging. Suddenly his hand let go of the bar and found a better target in the thigh of his tormentor. Fingers tightening in a death grip, Rodney hissed tersely, “Oh god, I’m gonna die.”
A chuckle from his side announced with amusement, “You’re not gonna die, Rodney. Relax and you might enjoy it.”
The car swung again in the cool breeze of early fall, cooling the sweat and making him shiver despite feeling overheated. Rodney squeaked, although he’d never admit that. “I swear to god, Colonel, if you don’t sit fucking still you will never, ever, ever get another blowjob as long as I live.”
Sheppard’s hand covered his and tried to pry his fingers loose. “You’re cutting off my circulation, Rodney.”
Rodney wasn’t going to give an inch. If he had to suffer through John’s delayed childhood, he wasn’t doing it alone. He squeezed Sheppard’s thigh unmercifully and ground out between clenched teeth, “Stop swinging the damn cart.”
“It’s more fun that way,” said John, seemingly oblivious to Rodney’s anxiety.
“No no no it’s not.” He hated rides. At the moment he hated Sheppard. He wasn’t ashamed to beg. “Please.”
“Hey, you’re really freaked out aren’t you?” John asked, concern finally slipping through.
Feeling a hand slip to his own thigh and gently caress, Rodney’s eyes shot open to glare at his lover. “I hate you. Why did I let you talk me into this?” His traitorous cock wasn’t the least bit afraid of heights and was responding to Sheppard’s questing fingers. He looked down, concentrating on his crotch rather than the world around him.
“Ferris wheels, Rodney and I’ll make it up to you,” Sheppard countered, the smug bastard. Rodney dick filled more as John’s fingers crept higher.
Rodney closed his eyes, unable to fight the blood flow south. “Damn right you will.” His body started to relax and enjoy the ride. Okay, different ride but if it got him through the next five minutes he wasn’t going to be picky.
Sheppard had different ideas. “Open your eyes.”
“No,” Rodney panted, his body perfectly content at the moment. No point in spoiling it.
“If you open your eyes and try to enjoy yourself, I might give you a blowjob later.”
Rodney snorted, “You are giving me a blowjob later any way so… no.” He settled deeper into his seat, enjoying the pressure of John’s hand on his cloth covered dick.
“Open your eyes, Rodney,” Sheppard insisted. The hand on Rodney’s dick went still.
Trying to thrust into Sheppard’s hand made the car swing and Rodney froze, his breathing faster than normal as he waited for the car to settle again. There was no way he was opening his eyes, nothing was worth that.
Sheppard apparently had other ideas and his hand continued to rub Rodney’s erection as he spoke in a low, husky bedroom voice, “What if I promised you a blowjob as soon as the ride is over?”
“We are at a fair, Sheppard. There are hundreds of people down there. I doubt even you could find a place that isn’t teaming with rugrats.” Rodney opened one eye enough to glare at John. “And there is no way you are blowing me in those pathogen hotels they pass off as bathrooms.” He shut his eye. “Sooo, no.”
The Ferris wheel slowly ground to a halt, making the car swing with the sudden stop very near the top of the ride. Rodney’s hands tightened on the bar in a white knuckled grip and his eyes shot open. Panicked, Rodney ranted. “What? Oh my god, it’s broken isn’t it? We are going to fall to our deaths…”
“Rodney.”
“ I’ve put my life in the hands of some overweight ass scratching mechanic that probably never even graduated high school and…”
“Rodney,” John said louder.
Rodney’s voice raised an octave. “This is so typical. I live in another galaxy where I fight life and limb, risking my life to protect Earth and I’m going to die because of some loose bolt that…”
“McKay!” John shouted.
Rodney shouted back, face red as his blood pressure skyrocketed. “What?”
John grabbed him by the back of the head and made him look down. “They are letting them off the ride, Rodney. Nobody is gonna die.”
“Really?”
John chuckled, “Really. In no time at all we’ll be back safely on the ground.”
Realizing he might actually survive, Rodney slowly removed his hands from their death grip and sat back, crossed his arms and tried to regain some of his dignity. “Fine.”
The whole ride thing wasn’t so bad as long as they weren’t moving and he didn’t actually look down. Unfortunately, fate chose that moment to crash down on his bravery. The car jerked into motion and Rodney was pretty sure he whimpered when his eyes slammed shut. One hand reached for the side of the cart, while the other found John’s thigh again, uncaring if he was leaving a bruise.
He felt John scooting closer, and he was all ready to demand he sit fucking still, when an arm draped his shoulder and pulled him closer. Warm lips lightly touched his temple. “I’m sorry, buddy.”
Rodney sunk into the embrace. He whined, “You should be.”
John’s hand inched back to Rodney’s erection, and how was it even possible he was still hard? He decided it was easier to concentrate on what Sheppard was doing to him rather than the damn ride and tried to ignore the starting and stopping motion of the car. By the sixth or seventh time, he was either getting used to it or he was too damned horny to care. Fate reared its ugly head again and John nudged him. “Almost time to hop off. Look natural.”
Sitting up, Rodney stared at him in disbelief. “Are you kidding me? I have a hard on that could rival steel. I doubt I could even stand up straight.” Then he pouted, “Besides, you promised me a blowjob?”
John’s eyebrow raised. “I didn’t think you’d want me to go down on you and give everyone here a free show.”
Rodney rolled his eyes. “Oh, but feeling me up and leaving me with…” He gestured to his lap, the bulge there a dead giveaway to his aroused state, “this, isn’t suspicious” Pointing to the onlookers below, he added, “I’m pretty sure even little Betty Sue will know what you were doing.”
Pulling at Rodney’s shirt, he reached across and buttoned the bottom buttons. “There, all covered up. If you hunch over on the walk, people will just think you’re about to lose your cookies.”
Rodney slapped at his hand. “Oh thank you. I feel so much better now.” He shifted and tried to rearrange the material constraining his aching cock.
John sat back and put some distance between them as their car jerked forward one last time. Bastard was looking way too smug, but then Rodney hadn’t thought about the ride for the last five minutes. He so wasn’t going to mention that. He still had a blow job coming.
When the car finally stopped, Rodney stared straight ahead. His face felt hot from the blush he knew he had and he practically bolted as soon as they were released from the ride. It took all his willpower not to reach down and adjust himself. Instead he kind of hunched and limped off, keeping his head down so he didn’t have to see the faces of spectators. John wrapped a supportive arm around his waist, no doubt flashing everyone a ‘poor guy is gonna puke, what can you do?’ look.
The walked for a bit, before John stopped and let him go. “Okay, it’s safe now.”
Rodney slowly stood up, wincing when one of his balls was pinched. John had led them to a quieter area of the midway with fewer demon spawn skittering about. As Rodney looked at around, John stepped off the broadway and was standing beside a photo booth, failing to appear inconspicuous as he tried to peek inside the closed curtain.
Hands on his hips, Rodney gave him his best, ‘what the fuck are you doing?’ look.
Looking over his shoulder at Rodney, John mouthed, ‘blowjob’.
Even as Rodney’s dick took notice, he stepped up next to John, leaning in close to the curtain to listen for any occupants inside the booth. Hearing nothing, he bent over and peered under the curtain. John had the nerve to look at him like he was crazy.
Rodney whispered loudly, “What? I was trying to see if there was actually anyone in there.” His dick really needed some attention.
A young, irritated voice came from within the booth, “Go away.”
Embarrassed, Rodney jumped back. Duly chastised, he and John moved a short way from the booth and tried to appear nonchalant as they waited their turn. Checking his watch every minute or so, Rodney cast irritating glances at the booth and sighed in frustration.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, he lost patience. Stomping over to the booth he tore open the curtain, revealing two teenagers playing tonsil hockey.
Rodney stared at them, shocked. “What are you like…twelve? Shouldn’t you be doing something more age appropriate…” he added snidely, “like buying cotton candy?”
The adolescent girl looked mortified as she jumped out of her boyfriend’s lap and rushed by John and Rodney on her way out. The boy just sat there, umoving, glaring at them. “I paid for pictures and we didn’t get to take them. I want my money.”
Rodney blasted him, “Because you were too busy feeling up goldilocks.”
John was leaning against the booth, arms crossed, looking amused. “Just pay him, McKay.”
“Fine.” Rodney was already pulling out his wallet. Snapping it open, he asked the kid, “How much?”
The kid didn’t bat an eye. “Twenty bucks.”
“You have got to be kidding me.” Rodney ducked his head into the booth, and could clearly make out the sign, ‘Photos—3 for 5.00.’ “What, they don’t teach you to read in the sixth grade?”
“Rodney, just pay the kid,” said John. The kid couldn’t see him mouth, ‘blowjob’ again.
Fumbling with his wallet, Rodney pulled out a twenty and thrust the bill at the kid. “Here, at the very least go buy condoms with it, that way you won’t be spreading your stupid genes.”
Snatching the money, the kid took his lazy ass time moving out of the booth. If looks could have killed Rodney would have been dead in the dirt. As the kid walked away, he muttered under his breath, “Faggots.”
Rodney shouted after him, “I heard that you little prick.” He was ready to go after him when John snagged his arm. Rodney only struggled for a second before he realized their true mission. He let John pull him into the booth and close the curtain.
*************
Sitting down, John tugged at Rodney’s belt loops, pulling him to stand between his knees. Rodney had to duck in the small booth or risk a concussion. John was already fumbling for the button of Rodney’s pants, his fingers making quick work of the zipper.
In seconds, Rodney’s dick was free and John was sucking him with the enthusiasm of a two bit whore.
“God, that is so hot when you do that,” gasped Rodney. John knew Rodney was holding back, resisting the urge to thrust into his mouth. Wanting to feel Rodney’s cock at the back of his throat, John’s grabbed his hips and pulled him closer, urging him to thrust.
“Fuck. Oh god…won’t last,” Rodney panted between breaths. John’s own cock was hard and throbbing and he knew it wouldn’t take much more for him either. “I can’t believe how much you love this.”
John groaned around Rodney’s cock, because he loved sucking cock. He especially liked when Rodney talked about it. He reached down to push against the base of his cock or he risked coming in his pants the next time Rodney opened his mouth. It was a wise move when Rodney pumped harder, whispering hoarsely, “You love the risk here, don’t you? Makes you hard to think anyone might catch us.”
With his free hand, he grabbed Rodney’s ass and forced him harder and deeper into his mouth. At the same time, he had to push harder on his cock too keep from coming. He couldn’t stop the low moan that vibrated around Rodney’s cock. That was all it took, and Rodney was coming deep in his throat, flooding his mouth with his release. John swallowed it all, counting seconds until Rodney softened and pulled out. As Rodney stepped back, his ass hit the wall behind him as he tucked himself in and a light flashed in the booth.
Rodney flopped on the seat beside him. John was desperately grabbing for his zipper. He had to stand, fumbling to get his cock out before he came in his pants.
He wasn’t gonna make it and he chanted under his breath, “Don’t come, don’t come, don’t come.”
Rodney muttered knowingly from behind him, “You want to come right now, don’t you?”
John mewled, and hunched over—coming with a mere touch to his cock. Putting his hand out to keep on his feet, light flashed behind his eyes as his cock pulsed with each stream of his release. When he could finally suck in enough air to speak, he growled, “Bastard.” Rodney’s soft laugh took away any lingering resentment.
He wiped the worst of the mess on the lower leg of his pants and zipped up. He nudged Rodney to scoot over enough so he could sit down. They sat in the cramped seat, practically on top of each other, contented. Glancing down at Rodney slumped against his shoulder, John smiled warmly. Looking up, he reached forward. “Smile, Rodney.”
Rodney smiled and John pushed he button.
“Are you trying to blind me?” Rodney sat up and rubbed his eyes.
“Think of it as a souvenir,” quipped John, getting to his feet. He had to crouch in the small space. “You ready?”
“I’m blind, asshole.”
John rolled his eyes and opened the curtain. “You’re fine and I need something to drink.”
Rodney followed and teased him in a low voice, “Yeah, I hear cocksucking does that.”
John walked around the booth, looking for the slot to retrieve the pictures only to find it empty. He hit the booth with the flat of his hand hoping to jar them loose but still nothing.
Rodney joined him. “Beating up defenseless machines, Colonel?”
John’s sneered back but his answer was cut off by a voice behind them. “Looking for these, asshole?”
The kid from earlier was standing across from them in the queue for another ride, holding the pictures in his hand. He was had a smug grin on his face.
“Hey, that’s stealing you little puke,” said Rodney, stomping closer. The waiting line was on a ramp with a rail, giving the kid all the advantage.
The kid stayed out of Rodney’s reach and taunted him, “Twenty bucks.”
Rodney still tried to grab him but the kid was quicker, moving his feet out of the way to avoid capture. John watched for a few minutes then stepped in to stop the charade. “Rodney, just pay the kid. I’m thirsty.”
Red faced with exertion, Rodney looked sharply at him, “It’s extortion.”
John leaned in and whispered, “And do you really want anyone seeing those pictures? Pay the kid, McKay.”
Rodney reluctantly paid the kid and got his pictures, but not without a lot of grumbling. John managed to get him to stop by buying him a funnel cake. He was too busy gasming over the sugar to think about the kid.
They stayed another hour, wandering the midway playing a few of the games but John couldn’t talk Rodney into any more rides. He did tease him about riding the kiddy rides, amused at how easy it was to rile his lover. As they made their way towards the exit, Rodney stopped suddenly and John had to turn back to say something when his eyes found what Rodney was staring at.
He and Rodney watched as the kid pushed his girlfriend into the crowd in front of the hot dog stand then walked over to talk to an older man who was obviously his father. Rodney stared for a moment then flashed John a malicious smile and left. He managed to walk right up behind the parent without him noticing. A surge of pride shot through John at Rodney’s stealth, he was improving. The kid noticed Rodney and his eyes grew wide and he wasn’t looking nearly as cocky as before.
John moved off to the side so he could get a better view of the proceedings. He watched as Rodney managed to convey in silent gestures that the kid was in deep shit if he didn’t hand over the money. The kid crossed his arms and tried to look menacing but when Rodney stepped closer, the kid eyed him nervously, unsure.
John had to smile. There was no way this kid could outdo Rodney in a pissing contest. Rodney had years of stubbornness under his belt dealing with obnoxious scientists.
The kid must have thought Rodney wasn’t serious because he straightened and chose that moment to ignore him. John winced.
Rodney tapped on the man’s shoulder and as he turned the kid paled. “Excuse me. Is this your son?” Rodney gestured to the boy.
“Yes he is. Can I help you?” asked the father, cautious of the stranger before him.
The kid was going apeshit, gesturing widely to Rodney, making a slashing motion across his throat to cut him off. With his other hand he was frantically trying to find the money. Rodney watched the boy squirm as he spoke politely, “I was at the photo booth earlier and your son was there with his girlfriend.”
The boy was sweating, waving the money in his hand so Rodney could see it. The father turned sharply towards his son, none to happy with what he’d heard so far. The boy had quick reflexes and by the time his father faced him, he had somehow managed to appear normal after his frantic display. The father was now questioning his son, or rather berating him about the girl. Apparently, it was news that the girl was there with his son. Not such a big surprise after John had watched the boy practically push the girl out of sight when dad showed up.
Rodney shot the boy a sneer over dad’s shoulder and the boy deflated. He was already screwed but it could get much worse. When the father faced Rodney again with a questioning look, the boy held up the money with a pleading look. Rodney smiled, “I just wanted you to know that he was very polite with his girl. A perfect gentleman. I thought you would like to know that.”
John watched as the kid went from terrified to defeated as Rodney finished.
**************
Rodney joined John and waited, his arms crossed, still glaring at the kid. As he and his dad walked by, his father still ranting, the kid dropped back and handed off the money with an evil glare. “Asshole.” He made sure to say it low enough that his dad didn’t hear it.
Smiling smugly, Rodney shot back, “Amateur.”
The kid stormed ahead, catching up with his dad. John shook his head. “Remind me not to piss you off. It was forty bucks, Rodney. It’s not like you needed it.”
Rodney snorted, “It’s the principle behind it that matters. Kids need to respect their elders.” It was petty, he knew that, but no snot-nosed kid was going to outsmart him.
John rolled his eyes and draped his arm over his lover’s shoulders and teased, “Like you did when you were a kid?” Rodney couldn’t remember too many adults he respected during his childhood. He still didn’t feel bad about getting his forty bucks back.
John squeezed his shoulder and held out his other hand. “Let me see the pictures.”
Handing them over, they leaned closer and peered at the small black and white shots. The first on was blurry but it was clearly Rodney’s ass. The second one was also fuzzy but a hand jacking a cock left little doubt what they’d been doing. The third picture left them both speechless. Their heads were together--sated, happy expressions on their faces.
John sighed, “Too bad we can’t keep ‘em.”
“Why not?” John gave him a knowing look and Rodney sighed too, “Oh, right, small minded military.”
Rodney solemnly took the pictures and walked to the nearest trash can. He hesitated and took one last look at the pictures. His back to John, he quickly tore off the bottom picture and palmed it, making a show of throwing the others out. As he joined John, he slipped his hands into his pockets, hiding the picture.
He knew it was stupid, but he couldn’t throw it away. Despite the terror of the Ferris wheel, it had been wonderful spending a day with John, fulfilling one of his dreams—it was a day Rodney wanted to remember for a very long time.