Cannon (geonncannon) wrote in fic_on_demand,

[FIC] Change From Your Penny, Stargate Atlantis, forcryinoutloud

Title: Change From Your Penny
Author: geonncannon
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard, pre=slash
Recipient: forcryinoutloud for her McKay/Sheppard, use of 'mind-reading.' There's no sex, but their first time is implied. And mind-reading... well, I think I made it believable. ;-)
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Rating: Adult (m/m slash)

McKay pulled his hands back from the control panel, furrowing his brow as he looked at the readout. He glanced up at Sheppard, pursing his lips and almost mentioning what he was looking at. Curling his index finger around his mouth, he read a few more sentences and said, "So. Uh, Major... that Johnny Cash song. What was it called, 'Hurt'?"

Sheppard sat up, turning and looking at McKay over his shoulder. "What?"

"You know... uh, 'the needle tears a hole...'"

Sheppard winced. "Oh, God, please, never do Johnny Cash. Ever." He shook his head. "Why?"

"I don't know. I was just... thinking about it."

The Major shrugged. "It's a good song, I guess. It's been stuck in my head for the past couple hours."

McKay looked back down at the screen. The lyrics of the Cash song had been replaced with the words: "When the hell did McKay get into country music?"

"Wow," McKay muttered. He looked up and examined how Sheppard was standing. He was sitting against the wall, threading a yo-yo string through his fingers and letting the weighted end drape underneath his hand. He swung it back and forth, watching the pendulum swing. "England swing like the pendulum do," McKay murmured.

On the screen, the next lyrics floated up: "Bobby's on bicycles, two by two."

"Westminster Abbey, the tower Big Ben... the rosy red cheeks of the chil--" Sheppard looked up and said, "Gee, thanks for that, McKay. Now I have that song stuck in my head."

McKay kept his eyes on the screen and said, "You know, you don't have to be here."

"Where else would I be?" Sheppard muttered.

The screen flashed with a montage of images: a book, Sheppard's bed, the control room, Weir's office and... San Francisco. McKay smirked. "Seriously, Major, if you wanted to... I don't know, read or take a nap."

Sheppard arched his eyebrow. "You're creepin' me out, McKay." He pushed off the wall and stretched. "But a nap does sound decent. You'll call if you find anything?"

"Hm?" McKay said, looking up. "Oh, yeah, sure, definitely."

The screen now read: "Contact Lost. Do You Wish To Continue Observation?"

McKay watched as Sheppard headed out of the room, still fiddling with his toy. He scratched his head and, after a moment's hesitation, pressed his finger down on the 'affirmative' key.


He transferred the feed from the monitor onto the handheld device that he'd snagged from the control room and darkened the screen. He and Sheppard had been the only ones to venture out this far, exploring more of the 'suburbs.' Sheppard had been more of a babysitter, poking things and basically being an annoyance.

McKay held the device close to his chest, keeping one eye open and focused on the corridor ahead as he walked. It was a skill he'd picked up in high school, when it became a habit to remain studying as he moved between classes.

At the moment, Sheppard's mind was wandering. McKay watched as the layout of Atlantis spread out on the monitor; the Major was apparently thinking of the fastest route back to the main part of the city. There was a flash, then an image of a dune buggy racing through the halls. McKay snorted, shaking his head and looking around to see if anyone had seen.

Of course no one had seen... these corridors were all deserted.

Sheppard reached his quarters and McKay caught glimpses of the room from the other man's point of view. Sheppard unzipped his shirt, pulling it off as he kicked off his shoes. McKay paused in the corridor, eyes fixed on the screen as Sheppard bared his chest and stretched out on top of the covers.

McKay watched, slack-jawed, as Sheppard smoothed his palm over his stomach and then slid it lower, past the waistband of his trousers. McKay felt something stirring in his own trousers as he watched the Major's hand move beneath the thin material of his underwear.

Then, Sheppard closed his eyes. McKay first growled in frustration, stopping when he saw a new sequence of images flashing across the screen: Elizabeth in a string bikini, looking very... over-developed. She winked coyly at him and the image slowly faded out of view.

It was replaced by the image of Elizabeth and another woman kissing. McKay vaguely recognized the other woman as a celebrity on Earth, but couldn't think of her name. After a moment, that faded out as well. McKay growled, "Come on, John, pick a damned fantasy and stick with it."

McKay froze when an image of his own face came up on screen. He rolled his eyes. "Great. I'm being used to slow things down. It's bad enough when my girlfriends do it..." He sighed and watched as the image of him on the screen stepped back, revealing that he wasn't wearing a uniform shirt.

"Oh," McKay said softly.

Sheppard got down in front of the fantasy-McKay and kissed his bare stomach.

Both McKays gasped.

The real Rodney lowered the device and ran a hand down his face. This was an insane invasion of privacy. This was wrong. It was... He looked at the screen again. It was highly unrealistic. Boy, if Sheppard ever saw what McKay really looked like, he would be sorely disapp--

Heh. What? Right. Like Sheppard would ever see McKay... in that situation. He swallowed, scratched his forehead, and finally turned and hurried down the corridor.


The door to Sheppard's quarters opened halfway, the man's mop of uncombed black hair craning around the edge. "What the hell is so... oh. Mc-McKay."

"Major," McKay said, trying got keep his voice calm.

Sheppard seemed to blush slightly. As much as he could blush, McKay wagered. "Uh." He cleared his throat. "I was just, ah thinking about... I mean, I was..."

'Thinking about giving me a blow job?' McKay thought. He smirked and said out loud, "I was just stopping by to see if you needed... help... with anything."

Sheppard smirked. "Really, uh, I just..."

McKay stepped into the room and looked down at Sheppard's state. "Jesus, McKay!" Sheppard said, scrambling to cover himself. "What the hell are you thinkin'?!"

"You know how people offer a 'penny for your thoughts'?" McKay asked. "Well... consider this the change from your penny."

He shut the door to John Sheppard's quarters and proceeded to explain himself.
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