Word Count: 459
Summary: Kavanagh just wants to play.
Warning Mild kink – i.e. bondage.
Disclaimer If the parallel universe theory is correct, there's some distant AU out there where I own them. Unfortunately this is not it.
Author's Notes: For the prompt ‘playing’ in the October challenge at slashing_lorne. And prompt ‘Not Enough’ for fanfic100. Thanks to azicrow for the superfast beta and generally putting up with me ;) Also I'm trying out the new name, don't throw things at me. :p
Evan Lorne was uncomfortably stretched across the small, standard issue bed in his quarters, naked and blindfolded. His arms and legs were tied to the bedposts with almost military effectiveness, something he would have admired at any other time. Right now though, most of his blood was flowing to a very important organ, making logical thought processes almost impossible.
His lover however was on the other side of the room, finishing the game of minesweeper he’d started on his computer before he’d gotten him completely worked up and painfully hard.
“Cal? What the hell are you doing?” He asked, his voice strained and slightly high-pitched.
“Playing.” Kavanagh replied casually. His wide self-satisfied grin hidden from the major. He was just as naked, but he had had his share already so wasn’t nearly as desperate.
“Hey, come on. I said I was sorry already. How long are you going to keep me waiting?” He begged, knowing that Kavanagh found it hard to resist that tone.
“I was thinking of leaving you there and going back to my own quarters. Someone’s bound to come looking for you. Sooner rather than later, I would think.” He replied again in a bored sort of voice.
“Cal! You wouldn’t!” He exclaimed, although he wasn’t entirely sure it was true.
Kavanagh didn’t bother replying. Instead he got up slowly, switching off his computer and went through the motions of getting dressed, without actually doing so. Just loud enough so that Evan could hear it.
“Cal! Please…don’t! I’m sorry. Really! I didn’t mean it. Ok just untie me…we can talk.” Evan babbled, frantic, imagining all the different ways that he could be discovered here.
Calvin finished dressing and walked towards the door, just left of the bed, laughing silently at the marine’s desperation. He turned at the last moment though and crawled on top of the other man. “So you’re sorry, are you?” He murmured, licking at the beads of sweat that had built up across Lorne’s forehead.
“Oh yes, I’ve learnt my lesson.” He replied as earnestly as he could manage whilst bucking hard underneath the lean scientist. His cock filled up again easily, now that the crisis had passed.
“So you’ve changed your mind then?” Kavanagh asked, moving his mouth lower in a series of gentle kisses until he was biting and sucking at the pulse point in Lorne’s neck.
“Yep! I take it back. You’re a much better minesweeper player than McKay.” Evan concedes. He’s still not convinced, of course. But there are some things he’s certain his scientist is better at. And he was smart enough not to risk them twice in the same night. Maybe later. But for now this was going to be the most fun he’d had all month.