madwomanwithabox

Title: Full Disclosure
Fandom: SG:A
Pairing: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Rating: NC-17 for smut and boyslash
Het/Slash/Both: Slash

Warning: Spoilers for SG:A Season One and episode THE BROTHERHOOD

Timeline: Shortly after THE BROTHERHOOD

A/N: Done for Medie's Porn Battle (prompt: mensa), and will not be the only fic I write for this little foofooraw. Unbeta'd, and this is also my first EVER McShep fic, so all mistakes and general suckiness are mine alone.

Done for inthekeyofd...when I love people, I write them porn. Even if it sucks hosewater. But I hope it doesn't. ;P

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“How well did you do?”

“Rodney…”

“No, I want to know! I’m interested…you know, curious. How well did you do on the test?”

“I don’t remember,” John sighed with a roll of his eyes, still standing with Rodney pinned to the wall of his quarters, his shirt only recently gone courtesy of Rodney’s eager hands. “It was a long time ago.”

“Well, you certainly remembered it well enough to figure out the Brotherhood’s puzzle!”

“Jesus, Rodney, are we going to talk about my MENSA test, or are we going to have sex?”

His hands went immediately to his hips, and John had to wonder if Rodney was doing that on purpose…John could hardly stand it when Rodney got all huffy. “Well is it so much to ask, Sheppard? I mean, a man is entitled to know the IQ of the man he’s sleeping with?”

Narrowing his eyes, John grabbed Rodney by the front of his shirt and hauled him away from the wall, turning to shove him down on the bed. “It is when he’s been spending the last fifteen minutes bitching about MENSA tests *while* doing some pretty screwy things to the libido of the man he’s sleeping with.”

“You act as if this is all some big plot to drive you crazy by way of blue balls!”

“Isn’t it?” he shot back as he crawled up the length of Rodney’s body, kissing him hard before allowing his mouth to wander down the length of his body, removing clothing as he went.

“No, Sheppard, it is *not* and…be careful with that shirt, will you?...I resent you—hey, hey! That belt was a gift!—implying that I have no interest in—Oh, Jesus that feels good…”

John lifted his head from where he was nuzzling Rodney’s cock through the cotton of his boxers. “It’s supposed to…that’s kind of the point of sex.”

“We aren’t discussing sex, we’re discussing the fact that *you* never told me you tested for MENSA!” Rodney protested.

“No.” John replied with slow, deliberate intent, reaching up to hook his fingers in the waistband of Rodney’s boxers and pull them off his hips, freeing his very obvious on…yet another thing that confounded and appealed to John: the fact that Rodney McKay could not only get hard and stay hard while arguing about IQ’s, but that arguing almost seemed like a fucking aphrodisiac to him. “*You* are discussing MENSA, *I* am trying to shut you up long enough to suck your cock and make you come so hard you lose a few IQ points. Then, if you’ve got even a modicum of compassion, you’ll do the same for me.”

For a long moment, Rodney didn’t say anything, leaving John to wonder if maybe he’d gone momentarily deaf until he finally started talking again.

“I could get behind that…the cock-sucking part, so long as the loss of intelligence is brief, but this is what I mean! I’m a little surprised you even know the meaning of the word modicum--”

“Oh, that’s it.” John grumbled peevishly.

“No, that’s *not* it, John…John? John, don’t…not yet! JOHN!....oh God…oh, *God*…”

It was a little hard to smirk with Rodney’s cock in his mouth, but John made up for it by working particularly hard to make him not only come so hard he lost a few IQ points, at least for a little while…but as an added bonus, made *damn* sure that, at least while he was getting him off, Rodney McKay was unable to speak coherently for one of the few times in his life.

The next would probably come a little later…when he finally *did* tell Rodney his test score.