Title: Counterpoint
Author: [livejournal.com profile] alyse
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Pairing: Sam/McKay, Sheppard/McKay
Rating: R, for non-explicit references to sex
Summary: As contrary as humanly possible.

Notes: I was doing the washing up, and listening to some Alanis Morrisette that [livejournal.com profile] davechicken gave me, and this popped up. That's all I'm saying.

Many thanks to [livejournal.com profile] davechicken and [livejournal.com profile] kageygirl for the comments and the beta.

~*~

Colonel Carter is a pilot. He's sure of it. She's in the Air Force after all, and while he's been around the military complex long enough to know that the two aren't necessarily related, he's absolutely positive that the woman knows how to fly a plane.

She knows how to do everything else.

She'll be good at it too - she's good at everything she's ever turned her hand to. She'll handle the controls with the same surety that shines out in every situation, controlled and graceful and extremely competent. She won't be flashy - every landing will be smooth, every flight clean and simple.

She's probably a cordon bleu chef too, turning out dishes that would make a grown man weep to taste, a subtle blend of tastes and nuances that he'd spectacularly fail to appreciate.

He wouldn't know. They've never made it past the bedroom.

All he does know is that she smiles like an angel in the early morning light when she first wakes and even with morning breath she tastes like heaven. And if her eyes are slightly unfocused when she comes, and he suspects that the name that lurks behind her lips isn't his, well, McKay's never been one to fool himself.

All that matters are that her eyes are bluer than any sky under any sun and her body is fluid and lithe in a way that makes him ache, deep inside where before her there was nothing but emptiness and a desperate need to connect.

When she touches him, he thinks he may finally understand the deepest secrets of the Universe, experience what it's like for a sun to go supernova, grasp every detailed nuance of superstring theory.

When he touches her he thinks he might finally understand art.



John Sheppard is a pilot. It defines him, makes him cocky in the way that every flyboy that McKay has ever met, up to the General and beyond, has been, and more than once it makes his teeth ache with irritation and the need to snark.

He's reckless and careless and he spends his life doing a variation on loop the loop, whether he's in the air or on the ground. It doesn't surprise him when Sheppard confesses that he likes anything that goes faster than two hundred miles an hour, smiling at him in a way that suggests it's a secret when he thinks that anyone with any sense would have realised that within five minutes of meeting the man.

Sheppard smiles too often and his eyes aren't the colour of the sky. They're the colour of forest streams - green and brown and they catch the light. McKay thinks it's odd for someone who wants to spend as much time in the air as possible to remind him of the earth, but that's Sheppard. As contrary as humanly possible.

Not that he's sure that Sheppard is entirely human. There is that whole Ancient gene thing after all, not that he's jealous now that he has an artificial one of his own. Not really. Besides, there's also the fact that humans normally have a sense of their own mortality, show some restraint in what they do. Have some understanding of cause and effect that the Major seems to lack.

Flying with Sheppard isn't smooth and his hands on the controls lack subtle control; they dance and dart, making the puddle jumper seem as though it's an extension of the Major's body. And when they do barrel rolls over the surface of an alien world 'Just to see what this baby can do, McKay', he tells himself that the reason his heart is in his throat is a combination of an entirely understandable and healthy fear and the effects of gravity. It has nothing to do with the sheer whooping joy in the Major's laugh, or the way that his eyes and his face shine as he turns to look at McKay, just wanting to share the pleasure of it with someone who cannot possibly understand.

It's the same way that he looks at McKay when they fuck.

His eyes never leave McKay's face when McKay's in him, opened wide, startled and joyful. Everything the Major feels flashes through them, a dizzying flurry that has McKay squeezing his eyes tightly shut, feeling it in the pit of his stomach like a slow barrel roll. It makes everything recede for a moment until he can hear his heart beating in his ears.

Sheppard tastes of coffee and sweat and McKay himself, and McKay's name is on the Major's lips, a constant litany of 'Oh God, Rodney' and 'Yes, like that, Rodney. God. Please. Yes.

'Rodney.'

It's muffled now against McKay's mouth as his hands move constantly over McKay's skin, stroking and twisting and pulling him closer until he thinks he'll end up sinking into Sheppard and be lost forever. When McKay rests his face against Sheppard's neck, he can feel Sheppard's heartbeat under the skin, racing frantically as Sheppard moans and lets go to twist his hands in the sheets. It's hot and heat and tight and God and Sheppard is making those sounds, high and needy and harmonic, which keep a mathematical synchronism with every move that McKay makes, each thrust, each roll of his hips.

When he closes his eyes and lets his hands slide over the slick skin beneath his he thinks he might start to understand the equations that underpin those sounds. Thinks he might, if he concentrated, but how can he be expected to concentrate when Sheppard arches up against him and comes, eyes wide and golden.

Then Sheppard is panting through a mouth that is red and slightly swollen; lips parted, teeth shining between them. But his smile is familiar, even if the cockiness is muted and blurred into something softer by his orgasm. He brushes his fingers over McKay's own lopsided mouth, tracing the smile he hates but which Sheppard seems to find irresistible. He turns his head as they pass and when he touches Sheppard's fingers with his lips again, Sheppard's smile deepens.

It's a mystery he's given up trying to understand, an equation that he'll never solve to his satisfaction. For once it doesn't drive him to distraction, wanting to break things down into their component parts to find out what makes them tick. It's enough to understand that when he touches John, John smiles.

It's enough to know that when John touches him, he soars.
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From: [identity profile] moonlettuce.livejournal.com


Love, love, love.

It's enough to know that when John touches him, he soars.

::hugs the McShep::

From: [identity profile] mmmchelle.livejournal.com


I adore this. Utterly adore it.

I liked the contrast between Sam and John and what Rodney feels for each of them and what they feel for him. You captured them both so well.

Those last two lines, along with the line about art in the Sam section, just kick ass. They really do.

Gorgeous story. I'm so glad you posted it.


From: [identity profile] davechicken.livejournal.com


I do like this muchly :) I should look at my CDs to see which song shouldn't I... am teh lazy....

Watching earlier eps has soothed my Shep ire considerably.

From: [identity profile] akire-yta.livejournal.com


Oooooh, yes

*shivers pleasantly*

That's wonderful. I love the binary you set up her, Sam on one side, John on the other, with poor, self-effacing Rodney as the fulcrum on which they spin.


*hugs*

This is great!
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From: [identity profile] reedfem.livejournal.com


Very fabulous. Very.

If I'm not careful, I may get very very cheerful.

Yup!

::hugs you::

Now just let me chuck all this crap I've been calling fic in the dustbin...


From: [identity profile] ane.livejournal.com


There's such a major lack of Sam/McKay. What's wrong with the world?

When there's a story with both Sam/McKay and Sheppard/McKay, and it works so well, it's just wonderful.

From: [identity profile] miera-c.livejournal.com


excellent. That was a great contrast to use to explain a lot about Rodney (even though it all seems to be about the other two).

From: [identity profile] sinden.livejournal.com


Your turn of phrase and the hint of bittersweet in both relationships is the perfect combination. So very McKay in the fact that while he knows what he wants, he's rather blind when the situations are reversed and he's at a loss when his feelings are returned.

Really, really nice.

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From: [identity profile] thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com


Beautiful! Oh yes, that was quite beautiful. Love this look into McKay's head. Loving, touching, and very sexy. You've made me a very happy girl. *g*
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From: [personal profile] lysora


Oh-so-lovely :)

The world can not have enough Sam/McKay!

From: [identity profile] maybourne.livejournal.com

Wow!


Really beautiful! I've just joined, btw - but with work I don't always have time to read nearly as much of this stuff as I would like.. (I tried writing a McShep fic at work the other day - a bit difficult as everyone can read my screen so I hand-wrote it. It turned sort of angsty, but it was fun!

From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_bettina_/


This is very lovely, I liked it a lot.

It's enough to understand that when he touches John, John smiles.
It's enough to know that when John touches him, he soars.


Oh yeah, love that!

Thank you :-).
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From: [identity profile] kageygirl.livejournal.com


I just love this so much--so lyrical, and such gorgeous, meaningful contrasts.

Beautiful. Thank you. *g*

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From: [identity profile] neery.livejournal.com - Date: 2005-05-24 07:54 pm (UTC) - Expand

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From: [identity profile] kageygirl.livejournal.com - Date: 2005-05-24 08:02 pm (UTC) - Expand

From: [identity profile] cithara.livejournal.com


OMJ! yey! very good :D

It's enough to know that when John touches him, he soars.
<333333333333333

From: [identity profile] mz-bstone.livejournal.com


lovely and it's all prose poem-y and it makes me drift happily on thermals.

B

From: [identity profile] maryavatar.livejournal.com


Mmmmyeah!

Wait... you made me like het O.O

Not many people can do that, y'know.

From: [identity profile] mythdefied.livejournal.com


My god. These lines: When she touches him, he thinks he may finally understand the deepest secrets of the Universe, experience what it's like for a sun to go supernova, grasp every detailed nuance of superstring theory.

When he touches her he thinks he might finally understand art.


It's enough to understand that when he touches John, John smiles.

It's enough to know that when John touches him, he soars.


They're so profound, which makes sense because what McKay is feeling is so very profound. In both cases he's found a connection he's never experienced before, found a new way of understanding himself through them. But in Sheppard's case, it becomes so much more than that. When he doesn't need to understand anything at all except that he can make someone happy, John in particular.

And isn't that interesting, that he graduates to using John's name whereas he never seemed to do that with Samantha's. He's so much closer to John, sees so much more with him.

It's all so incredibly touching and romantic without being sickeningly, teeth-achingly schmmopy.

Lovely story!
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From: [identity profile] fledge.livejournal.com


Oh Gods, that's a wonderful story, I love the way Rodney views John and especially the way you describe his eyes, and I love the way he moves naturally from one pilot lover to another, appreciating them both in different ways. Gorgeous and hot and very, very yummy :)

I assume it's up on Wraithbait..?

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From: [identity profile] neery.livejournal.com


Wonderful fic! Such great sentences, and characterization, and just wow. Which song inspired this?

From: [identity profile] poisonshock.livejournal.com


aw, happy at first glance, but there's a taste of sadness or melancolie, that makes it aching somehow
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