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Fic: Anti-Grav Day 17 of Sex on the Fly Rated R

Anti-Grav-Day 17 of Sex on the Fly

Rated: R for sexual content

Word Count: 1,369

Disclaimer: They’re not mine; I’m just playing with them!

Summary: “Oh come on, Rodney. How many times in your life will you get the chance to have sex in zero gravity? We can’t pass this up!”


“Your attention please,” Woolsey’s voice said over the citywide intercom.

“As you’re all aware, this city was not meant to reside on this planet and the summers here are very hot. While we have the shield raised to keep the city at a comfortable temperature, the excessive heat outside is wreaking havoc on our systems. Engineering is working diligently to keep ahead of these problems but we may experience some inconveniences. I’d like to apologize in advance and ask you all to please bear with us while we sort these issues out.  Dr. Zelenka has researched the planet and found that the heat waves only last approximately a month. Things should be back to normal in a couple weeks. Thank you.”

Rodney scoffed as he pried the cover off a panel in the wall. “Inconveniences,” he huffed.

John and Rodney had been exploring an unused area of the city when the doors closed and locked. John called Woolsey and was told basically the same thing Woolsey had just told the rest of the city. They were told that they weren’t the only ones trapped and were assured that engineering was working on the problem. That had been half an hour ago.

“Come on, Rodney,” John said and wiped the sweat off his brow. “You can’t do anything from in here. Come sit down before you have heat stroke or something.”

The heat in the section they were stuck in had started rising ten minutes ago and sweat was now pouring out of both men.

“Unlike you,” Rodney said as he continued fiddling with the wiring in the wall. “I can’t just sit here, I have to do something.”

“Rodney, you and I are stuck… along… in an unused area of the city. The sensors for this part are offline. I can think of something we can do to pass the time.”

Rodney turned toward John, with his hands on his hips. “Yeah?” he asked sarcastically, “And what would that be?”

John waggled his eyebrows and pulled his shirt off.

“Oh my God, are you kidding? It’s a million degrees in here and getting hotter.”

“Stop thinking about it,” John told him.

“Right,” Rodney replied. “Stop thinking about the fact that I’m sweating so much that my clothes are sticking to me.”

“Take your clothes off and that problem will be solved.”

“Yes, but I’ll still be sweating.”

“Of course you will, but for a completely different reason.”

John was totally naked now, and crossing the room to where Rodney was standing. He took the bottom of Rodney’s shirt and pulled it over his head, then he pulled Rodney to him.

“Eww, you’re slimy,” Rodney said.

“Yup, so are you.” John unbuttoned Rodney’s pants and pushed them down along with the boxers.

Rodney helpfully lifted his foot when John untied his laces, and John pulled the shoe and sock off, then did the same with the other foot.

After John had Rodney completely naked, he stood up and stepped away. He crossed his arms and admired Rodney.

There was a loud mechanical thunk, and John and Rodney’s feet began lifting slowly off the floor.

“Oh you have got to be kidding me!” Rodney exclaimed and waved his arms as he began floating.

“Colonel Sheppard,” Woolsey said through John’s radio.

“Yeah?” John replied.

“It seems the anti-gravity generator in your area has kicked on.”

“Yes,” Rodney said angrily, “We can tell that, thank you!”

“I’ll get engineering on it right away. Hang in there.”

“Will do,” John replied and cut the connection. He reached out, grabbed one of Rodney’s waving arms, and pulled himself over. “This’ll be a new experience,” he commented.

“You can’t be serious,” Rodney said flatly.

“Oh come on, Rodney. How many times in your life will you get the chance to have sex in zero gravity? We can’t pass this up!”

“And how do you plan to get any leverage? Huh?”

“We’ll do something that doesn’t need it,” John told him and pushed Rodney upward until his dick was floating in front of John’s face. It was only half hard, but John wasn’t worried about that.

Rodney grunted when they bumped the wall, but John took advantage of it by using the wall to push them onto their sides, he twisted his body so they were in the 69 position.

“I’m having no part in this?” Rodney said defiantly.

“Alright, have it your way,” John said, he took Rodney into his mouth and started sucking.

Rodney gasped and grabbed John’s waist and the quick movement sent them into a slow roll.

John was holding Rodney’s ass to keep them together, and he began kneading the flesh with his fingers.

Rodney moaned and pulled John closer; he was now fully hard in John’s mouth.

John was slowly bobbing his head back and forth, giving Rodney’s dick long lazy strokes with his lips and tongue. He worked his hands slowly toward the center of Rodney’s ass and pressed the middle finger of his right hand against the hole.

Rodney gasped again and grunted. “Jesus, John,” he sighed.

John growled over Rodney’s cock when he felt Rodney’s hands slid from his waist to his butt. He grunted and bucked forward when Rodney stuck his finger into his ass with no pretense of foreplay, and John tried to push back onto the intruding digit. Then his dick was engulfed in warmth as Rodney took him in. He fought against a smile and moaned, his hips moved forward as Rodney pushed the finger in further.

They were still rolling to the side when they hit the wall. John pushed off with one foot and they began rolling in the other direction.

John grunted and jerked when Rodney’s finger brushed his prostate, and their bodies slowly began changing position. John’s feet were now pointed at the ceiling, and he bent his leg causing them to flip. Rodney grasped John’s ass tighter and groaned, it sounded like a mixture of pleasure and concern. John chuckled and sucked harder on Rodney’s dick and he finally pushed his finger into Rodney’s body.

Rodney groaned and rolled his hips. The hand that wasn’t currently occupied curled between John’s legs and Rodney began pressing his fingers against John’s balls.

John groaned deep in his throat and his breathing picked up, hissing in and out of his nose, filling his lungs with Rodney’s scent with every inhale. He grunted and pushed his hips forward as his balls tightened and he came heavily in Rodney’s mouth.

Rodney moaned hungrily and John felt his throat working around him. John pushed his finger in further and grazed Rodney’s prostate again and again as he increased the pressure.

Rodney started breathing faster and his hips were rocking forward and back. He grunted each time John’s finger touched his prostate. Rodney finally released John’s spent cock and groaned loudly.

“Fuck, John,’ He said loudly as he sprayed John’s mouth with hot come.

John sucked hard and milked Rodney of every drop he had in him, keeping his finger moving until Rodney’s dick spurted for the last time.

Rodney breathed out a long, exhausted, completely sated sound when John released his cock and pulled his finger out at the same time.

John turned his body and was now face to face with Rodney.

“See,” he said, “Wasn’t that an experience?”

Rodney chuckled and nodded. “Okay, I’ll admit, it was one of the more interesting sexual experiences of my life. Although I must say…”

There was another metallic thunk and they fell to the floor, John on his back and Rodney on top of him.

They both let out a loud “oof!”

“You were saying?” John said without missing a beat.

“All the spinning was starting to make me a little nauseated.”

“Yeah?” John asked. “I just got dizzy.”

There was light hissing sound and then the door swished open.

Rodney pushed off of John and scrambled around the room trying to find his clothes.

John chuckled when he saw Rodney’s pants hanging off a wall sconce. He got up, retrieved the pants and threw them to Rodney.

“Anti-grav works on more than bodies, bud,” John told him as he picked his own pants up off the floor.


Tags: fic, mcshep, r, sex on the fly, slash

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