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skidmo_fic) wrote2007-01-18 08:39 am
skidmo_fic) wrote2007-01-18 08:39 am
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This Tumult in the Clouds, pt. 2 (PG-13)
Title: This Tumult in the Clouds, pt. 2
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Beckett/Ford
Spoilers: Home
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me...sadly
Feedback: yes, please.
Summary: Carson wishes he knew what Sheppard felt when he flew.
Author's Notes: written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
gatecreation episodes challenge. The title comes from Yeats' "An Irish Airman Foresees His Death."
When it was all over and Carson was sitting in his own infirmary being tended to by one of his staff, he let his mind wander back over the events of the last few hours. He had to admit that he'd gotten an adrenaline rush when he successfully piloted the jumper into Atlantis. He was more reluctant to admit that he'd felt a similar rush when Ford had been ordering him to shut up and save the day. His gruff command voice had sent shivers up Carson's spine, and Carson had had to concentrate quite hard to keep his mind on the mission.
Dr. Stevens diagnosed him with a minor concussion and sent him off with some painkillers and orders to stay awake for the next 8 hours. Carson nodded, knowing full well that he'd have a difficult job of staying awake but unwilling to harangue Rodney into helping him (as he normally would do) since he was fairly certain Rodney had his own troubles to be dealing with.
As he sat in his quarters, thinking about the day, his thoughts drifted again to Lieutenant Ford. Carson had never thought of himself as the sort of man to have any kinks when it came to sex, but thinking about the way Aiden had ordered him around was affecting him in a way that none of his fantasies ever had. He thought about the glint in Ford's eye when he told Carson to shut up for the fourth or fourteenth or fortieth time, and he was hard almost immediately. He thought about jerking off to the idea of Ford ordering him around while Atlantis was in danger, but it just seemed to dirty to him.
It suddenly hit him that there was only one way to get this out of his system. Making sure the thick fabric of his uniform pants hid any signs of his erection, he left his quarters and all but ran down the corridor to Ford's.
When he got there, he paused for a moment outside the door, wondering if this was a good idea. The memory of Ford's gruff voice telling him that Sheppard would be the dot getting rid of the other dots was all it took for him to make up his mind.
When Ford opened the door, Carson was inside and had Aiden up against a wall before the door was even closed behind him.
"What the..." Ford began, but that was all he had out before Carson had his lips on Aiden's and his tongue in the young marine's mouth.
When they finally came up for air, Ford asked, "What was that for?"
Carson backed away, suddenly embarrassed by his actions. "I'm sorry, Lieutenant. I shouldn't have done that, but bloody hell, man, do you have any idea how hot you are when you're giving orders?"
Aiden just grinned as he pulled Carson back to him, "Did I tell you to stop?"
When Aiden leaned in and kissed him hard, he felt the floor drop out from beneath his feet and heard a rushing in his ears, and he thought he must finally know what the major felt when he took the puddlejumpers up. As he finally remembered what was happening and slid his arms around Ford's narrow waist, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss, Carson thought to himself that he'd finally found the craft he was born to fly.
fin
Link to Part One
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Beckett/Ford
Spoilers: Home
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me...sadly
Feedback: yes, please.
Summary: Carson wishes he knew what Sheppard felt when he flew.
Author's Notes: written for the
gatecreation episodes challenge. The title comes from Yeats' "An Irish Airman Foresees His Death."When it was all over and Carson was sitting in his own infirmary being tended to by one of his staff, he let his mind wander back over the events of the last few hours. He had to admit that he'd gotten an adrenaline rush when he successfully piloted the jumper into Atlantis. He was more reluctant to admit that he'd felt a similar rush when Ford had been ordering him to shut up and save the day. His gruff command voice had sent shivers up Carson's spine, and Carson had had to concentrate quite hard to keep his mind on the mission.
Dr. Stevens diagnosed him with a minor concussion and sent him off with some painkillers and orders to stay awake for the next 8 hours. Carson nodded, knowing full well that he'd have a difficult job of staying awake but unwilling to harangue Rodney into helping him (as he normally would do) since he was fairly certain Rodney had his own troubles to be dealing with.
As he sat in his quarters, thinking about the day, his thoughts drifted again to Lieutenant Ford. Carson had never thought of himself as the sort of man to have any kinks when it came to sex, but thinking about the way Aiden had ordered him around was affecting him in a way that none of his fantasies ever had. He thought about the glint in Ford's eye when he told Carson to shut up for the fourth or fourteenth or fortieth time, and he was hard almost immediately. He thought about jerking off to the idea of Ford ordering him around while Atlantis was in danger, but it just seemed to dirty to him.
It suddenly hit him that there was only one way to get this out of his system. Making sure the thick fabric of his uniform pants hid any signs of his erection, he left his quarters and all but ran down the corridor to Ford's.
When he got there, he paused for a moment outside the door, wondering if this was a good idea. The memory of Ford's gruff voice telling him that Sheppard would be the dot getting rid of the other dots was all it took for him to make up his mind.
When Ford opened the door, Carson was inside and had Aiden up against a wall before the door was even closed behind him.
"What the..." Ford began, but that was all he had out before Carson had his lips on Aiden's and his tongue in the young marine's mouth.
When they finally came up for air, Ford asked, "What was that for?"
Carson backed away, suddenly embarrassed by his actions. "I'm sorry, Lieutenant. I shouldn't have done that, but bloody hell, man, do you have any idea how hot you are when you're giving orders?"
Aiden just grinned as he pulled Carson back to him, "Did I tell you to stop?"
When Aiden leaned in and kissed him hard, he felt the floor drop out from beneath his feet and heard a rushing in his ears, and he thought he must finally know what the major felt when he took the puddlejumpers up. As he finally remembered what was happening and slid his arms around Ford's narrow waist, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss, Carson thought to himself that he'd finally found the craft he was born to fly.
fin
Link to Part One