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SGA Ficlet Request #2: The Least Cool

Title: The Least Cool
Prompt: smalldiver. Lorne and underwear.
Word count: 1489
Pairing: Lorne/Parrish
Summary: Nick was pretty sure he used to have pants.
A/N: Er. This turned out more fluffy than I'd meant it to.

The Least Cool


Nick was pretty sure he used to have pants.

Parrish was nodding at him encouragingly, though, and the young woman in between his knees had her fingers hooked on the hem of his undershirt, and really. How the hell had she gotten him out of his uniform without him realizing it, and why was Parrish giving him a grinning thumbs-up? Parrish had a nice smile, too. Nick’d always thought so, since his mouth was so wide and his eyes so cow-brown expressive, and was that sneaky bastard holding his shoes?

“Wha—?”

“You must lie still,” the woman said soothingly, pushing gently on his half-bare chest, and Parrish, hovering over her shoulder, pantomimed pulling his shirt off.

Nick, face crinkled in confusion, obediently lifted his arms and let her tug it over his head, catching at his dogtags, leaving the skin-warm chain dangling from his left ear.

Parrish stepped forward, kneeling down at his side, long fingers grasping. “Here, let me,” he said, and his voice was light, but that close Nick could see that his pupils were wide and panic-rimmed as he gently unhooked the chain, tags slipping back down his chest, and a shiver wound its way slowly through Nick’s body.

Something was wrong.

In his mind, he cataloged the day. Briefing, check. Uneventful step through the gate, check. Friendly natives, check. Field of blue-smudged flowers, check. Exuberant, frolicking botanist, check. Cadman and Myer had circled around to their left, Nick and Parrish headed for the flora, and then everything went blank. Not cloudy or black or muted, but completely gone, silent, until he’d snapped back into reality on the grassy-patched ground, clad only in his underwear, legs parted around a pretty brunette with chocolate-colored whorls tattooed on the apples of her cheeks.

Her hands were cool framing his ribs, and he closed his eyes against the stoic set of her jaw, listening to her half-lilt, a light accent that reminded him of Ireland, as she said, “Dr. Parrish, you will need to hold him down.” The words were oddly hot, and he honestly wished he remembered how he’d gotten to that point, because yeah. Very, very wrong.

Parrish’s stuttering, “I-I don’t think...” was familiar ground, though, and Nick’s eyes slid open again, mouth quirked in a grin that pulled tight at the corners, thin skin dry, as if it was fever-worn and brittle and waiting to crack.

His head started to pound, slow and thick like the heavy thrum of blood through his veins, gradually gaining speed and volume, and his limbs felt swollen, stretched. Then one of Parrish’s hands was linked in his, his other palm pressing hard into his shoulder, pinning him to the ground, and he couldn’t see it, but Nick was pretty sure the wet slide on his inner thigh was the woman’s lips.

Vision bleary at the edges, Parrish was rimmed with gold above him, and he’d always thought the man was more awkward than pretty, but wow. “Wow, you’re tall.”

Parrish’s laugh was short, surprised. “Thank you, Major,” he said, but Nick didn’t think he understood, so he squeezed the botanist’s fingers and went on, “No, no. You’re like. Really, really tall.”

“And does that bother you?” Parrish asked absently, squeezing back, leaning into Nick’s body, eyes flicking towards where the woman was crouched.

And Nick stumbled on, “No-o,” because suddenly there was a damn fire in his right leg, spreading outward from a single point. A single point where the brunette was, Jesus fuck, sucking, and his skin was raw with twisting pain, like a brush-burn that radiated deep and wouldn’t stop, and then her mouth was gone and Nick bit clear through his lower lip.

“Ow,” he murmured weakly, tasting copper and salt-sweat and slightly grateful for the distraction. Vaguely, he heard the woman say, “If you would, Dr. Parrish,” and, “Please, now,” and, “On his side,” and, “Make sure you do not swallow.”

This is officially weird, he thought. But that was okay, since he blinked and Parrish was gazing at him apologetically, and their joined hands were moving to sweep his sternum. He blinked again, and Parrish had dipped down out of sight, something soft and dry moving along his ribs, and then there was a warm exhalation of air just above his hipbone that ended with more of that, god, excruciatingly painful sucking, and hell, were they all fucking vampires now?

He felt the woman attach herself back to his thigh, nails biting into his knee as she used even more pressure, lobbing the uneven burning sensation into all out stabbing agony, and when his leg went completely numb, he wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not.

Beside him, Parrish started and stopped and started again, and he murmured almost constantly under his breath, a litany of soothing nonsense that left Nick dizzy with want layered over the pain, and that was really, really wrong, but not entirely bad, especially when the woman started petting the flat of his abdomen and giving Parrish a good old pep talk, filled with, “Yes,” and, “Like that,” and, “Harder.”

Nick may’ve been beyond embarrassment at that point, spread out half-naked with a strange woman draped over his legs and his team scientist sucking at his skin like his life depended on it – and, dimly, Nick realized his probably did - but he was still glad he passed out when he did, slipping from blurry to blind again before his body gave up all common sense and decided that it really liked Parrish’s mouth that close to his dick.

**

When he woke up again, Nick still didn’t have his pants, but at least he was under blankets, in a familiar setting, and his mind was much, much clearer.

It was semi-dark, so. Late on Atlantis, probably, soft, defused blue light rimming the ceiling. He never minded the infirmary, since he seemed to be one of the optimistic types that related the atmosphere with healing instead of death. He kind of liked the clean, antiseptic scent and the slightly uneven bleeps and blips, and the hushed squeak of soft-soled shoes on quietly bustling nurses.

He hardly ever woke up with someone at his bedside, though, and couldn’t decide if the sight of Parrish curled uncomfortably in a chair by his cot was a welcome novelty or not. Clearing his throat, he rasped, “Hey,” and Parrish jerked his head towards him, then scrambled for a glass of water, offering it to Nick with a worried yet relieved twist to his mouth.

“Major,” he started, and Nick cut him off with a shake of his head.

“You’ve sucked my hip, Doc,” he said, grinning at the man’s blush. “I think you can call me Nick.”

“Ah, Yes. Well.” Parrish dipped his head, wrapping a big hand over the nape of his neck. “I’m incredibly sorry about that. Melira assured me it was the only way—”

“Relax, it’s fine.”

“—and when the field mice attacked, you were so pale and unresponsive and I didn’t know what else to do and—it’s fine?” He blinked.

Nick blinked back at him. “Did you say I was attacked by mice?”

“You disturbed their nest. When we, um, walked,” his hands dropped into his lap, twisting together, “into the flowers.”

“I got bit by two poisonous mice?” Nick went on incredulously.

“Three, actually,” Parrish clarified, swallowing hard. “You, uh, weren’t quite lucid when Melira first—”

Nick held a hand up. “Okay. Let’s stop talking about that.”

Parrish’s face flushed bright red again, and he murmured, “Sorry.”

Poisonous field mice were probably one of the least coolest animals to get attacked by. Hell, he would’ve taken a rabid newt over mice. Tiny, gray-brown, cute, furry mice that... And, really, for what possible reason would they have the ability to release venom into prey? They were prey. He just hoped it didn’t get around.

“You didn’t tell anyone, did you?” Nick demanded.

Parrish looked taken aback, eyes flying wide, washing pale faster than he’d colored. He stammered, “Of course not. I wouldn’t, I didn’t, no,” and Nick got the distinct impression that they were talking about two different things, which made him seem shitty and ungrateful and he reached out, grabbing one of Parrish’s hands.

“Hey, no. I meant.” He linked his fingers through Parrish’s and squeezed. “I meant the mice, Doc. Just. Can’t we say it was an asp?”

Parrish let out a slightly shuddery breath, body visibly relaxing. “All right,” he agreed, then grinned, and wow. Wow, he was tall.

And he had a nice smile, and pretty eyes, and big hands. One of which he was still holding, but Nick didn’t really want to let go. So he didn’t.

“Thanks,” Nick said softly after a moment, and it felt sort of like an understatement, but Parrish’s grin turned shy and he gave a half-shrug and said, “You’re welcome, Nick.”


Comments

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skoosiepants
May. 18th, 2006 10:09 am (UTC)
*g* thanks! I had to throw something in there to stop it from getting too schmoopy :)
abbylee
May. 17th, 2006 11:27 am (UTC)
um, yes. yes, yes.
skoosiepants
May. 18th, 2006 10:09 am (UTC)
*g* glad you liked :)
smalldiver
May. 17th, 2006 11:27 am (UTC)
Hee, Poisonous mice! *Pets Lorne*

Thanks so much for this, I love it!
skoosiepants
May. 18th, 2006 10:10 am (UTC)
Yay! glad you like it!
bibliokat
May. 17th, 2006 11:36 am (UTC)
That's *adorable*! Poor Lorne, though. I hope the mice part of that story never gets out;)
skoosiepants
May. 18th, 2006 10:11 am (UTC)
*grins* thank you!
I hope the mice part of that story never gets out;) *laughs* you know it's probably going to get out somehow :)
druidspell
May. 17th, 2006 12:27 pm (UTC)
*grins* I like how he's fixated on the tallness of Parrish. :) Very cute.
And mice? Wow. That's kind of evil of you. (In a good way, of course.)
skoosiepants
May. 18th, 2006 10:13 am (UTC)
*g* Thanks, hon! For some reason, when I think of Parrish and Lorne I always picture how tall Parrish is (which may just be my deranged mind's eye of him), so I just channelled that into stocky little Lorne :)
rensreality101
May. 17th, 2006 12:43 pm (UTC)
*ponders the coolness that is you and also smalldiver*
Omg,omg,omg,omg,OMG!!!! You wrote it!

The dog tags on his ear...the mice...the almost stoned “No, no. You’re like. Really, really tall.”

My squee is reaching dangerously high levels...

(And we are not even going to talk about the slight hitch in my breath at the idea of Lorne's dog tags on his bare chest...Not. Going. To. Talk. About. It)

*goes to find Lorne icons*
skoosiepants
May. 18th, 2006 10:14 am (UTC)
Re: *ponders the coolness that is you and also smalldiver*
*grins* thank you! got a thing for dogtags, do you? *laughs*

You know, I need to hunt down some Lorne icons, too...
(Anonymous)
May. 17th, 2006 01:05 pm (UTC)
Really, really good. Your Parrish/Lorne is amazing. For my own selfish reasons, I would love for you to write more of this stuff.

The poisonous mice were such a funny explanation. I snorted orange juice. It was THAT funny.

--rags--
skoosiepants
May. 18th, 2006 10:15 am (UTC)
*grins* thanks, my dear! *hugs* I'm always unsure of their voices, which is why I never really take them directly on, but I like how this came out :) And the mice! ha. I was going to go with a snake at first, but then. mice are so much funnier :)
millefiori
May. 17th, 2006 02:23 pm (UTC)
Awww! I would love to see more of this pair from you! (That's more polite than saying, 'You must write more!' isn't it?)
skoosiepants
May. 18th, 2006 10:16 am (UTC)
*grins* thank you, m'dear!
civilbloodshed
May. 17th, 2006 03:19 pm (UTC)
That's...*dies laughing*

*giggle* Yes.
skoosiepants
May. 18th, 2006 10:16 am (UTC)
*grins* thanks!
sanitylapse
May. 17th, 2006 03:24 pm (UTC)
Poisonous mice. Yeah, that's just about par for the Pegasus galaxy.
skoosiepants
May. 18th, 2006 10:16 am (UTC)
*laughs* glad you enjoyed this :)
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skoosiepants
May. 18th, 2006 10:17 am (UTC)
*g* never underestimate the evilness of mice :)
karmic_circuit
May. 17th, 2006 04:10 pm (UTC)
*giggles* Oh, that was so cute. Especially the mice--ouch, what a blow to his image. *grins*
skoosiepants
May. 18th, 2006 10:18 am (UTC)
*grins* thank you! I'm sure he would get teased mercilessly if it ever got out :)
ladystarlightsj
May. 17th, 2006 04:47 pm (UTC)
Awwww! Lorne/Parrish is rapidly becoming my second favorite OTP.
skoosiepants
May. 18th, 2006 10:19 am (UTC)
*g* thanks! glad you enjoyed this :)
wickedwords
May. 17th, 2006 04:55 pm (UTC)
Of course Lorne got bit by posionous field mice. Of course. *g* Loveky stuff, and hey! Parrish saved the day. *g*
skoosiepants
May. 18th, 2006 10:19 am (UTC)
*grins* thank you! glad you liked :)
juri_anne
May. 17th, 2006 05:15 pm (UTC)
*giggles madly* fantastic!
skoosiepants
May. 18th, 2006 10:20 am (UTC)
*grins* thank you!
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Stiles does a lot of inadvisable things. It’s not that he doesn’t think things through – he does, and then he decides to do them anyway, because sometimes that’s the only option. So he knows this is probably a bad idea, but if by some chance it ends up good, it’ll end up really good, so—

So, Stiles goes ahead and curls his fingers into Derek’s jacket and leans forward and kind of ends up with his lips on top of Derek’s.

He wouldn’t exactly classify it as a kiss. Just kind of a forceful meeting of mouths.

Which is a good thing, because Derek mostly just stands there like a robot – he glares at Stiles after he’s drawn back, then turns around and walks away.

- This Is How We Go

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  • skoosiepants
    14 Jul 2020, 20:23
    Hello! So, you probably are not checking this LJ anymore. But just in case....

    I was browsing through my old favorite fanfiction, and found your LJ as I was trying to dig up "Twilight of the Dawn"…
  • skoosiepants
    11 Jul 2017, 06:37
    Heeee, what fun! I arrived here from pampalini007's list of AUs with magic, & I'm very glad I found it now. I didn't get sucked into HP fanfic until ~2 years ago so I wouldn't have…
  • skoosiepants
    30 Sep 2015, 22:26
    I have never watched Teen Wolf but for some reason started reading the fic (cough arranged marriage tag coug) so I am glad you started writing it and I can be like "oh skoosiepants wrote it so..."
  • skoosiepants
    19 Sep 2015, 07:57
    Thank you so very much! You're really sweet and that's very helpful! :) Oh yes, I guess you should definitely post it somewhere else, we're organising the archive very neatly and soon many more…
  • skoosiepants
    18 Sep 2015, 12:53
    Hi! Wow, I guess maybe I should find that PDF and post it somewhere else, if I still have it :)
    Anyway, looks like it's about 98,000+ words?
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