Word Count: 981
Notes: For clwilson2006, who wanted Jumper porn.
Jumper Three has been a little temperamental lately, but Zelenka swears he’s fixed all that; all that’s needed now is a test flight. It’s been a long, boring couple of weeks, so Evan jumps at the chance to do something when it comes up at the staff meeting.
“I will accompany you,” Zelenka says after a moment. Sheppard’s giving him a look – somewhere between better you than me and why would you ever want to do that - but Evan’s already shaking his head at Zelenka.
“If you really want me to put it through its paces, Doc, you should stay here,” he says casually. “Test flights can get a little bumpy anyway, but if something is still wrong with the inertial dampeners-”
“Right, yes, of course,” Zelenka replies hurriedly. “You will need to take someone along with you, Major. It would be quite impossible for you to both fly the Jumper and take the necessary readings.”
Sheppard’s mouth is already beginning to open, but Evan jumps in smoothly before he can get a word out. “I think I know someone who could help me out.”
“It’s lovely,” David murmurs a few days later. He’s staring out the windshield, his attention focusing on the stars and the planet below them. Evan grins as David taps on the datapad that Zelenka had loaded for him.
“It’s pretty nice,” he agrees. David doesn’t get to do a lot of Jumper travel, which is why Evan had brought him up here. “Wanna see what we can do with her?”
Evan tweaks a few controls and studies the screen on the HUD, cocking his head to the side and adjusting a few more things. The Jumper sails smoothly forward, turning in a wide circle before starting to move through a series of up-and-down maneuvers. “Feels pretty good,” he notes, watching from the corner of his eye as David taps the display on the datapad. “I think we can safely consider it fixed.”
“Probably,” David agrees, setting the datapad on the console and turning to grin at Evan. “Thanks for bringing me up here, Evan. It’s really something else.”
“I’m just glad you like it,” Evan replies with a smile.
David nods with a grin of his own and leans across the space between the seats, curling his hand around the back of Evan’s neck. “I like it a lot,” he says against Evan’s lips before kissing him soundly.
David slides smoothly from his seat into Evan’s, straddling the smaller man as he leans in to kiss him again. Evan manages to keep one hand on the controls, somehow, as his other hand pushes up into David’s hair, tilting his head just so, the perfect angle for Evan to lick into his mouth.
David has one of his hands on the seat behind Evan, steadying himself, and his other hand is working its way between their bodies. Evan moans into David’s mouth as David’s fingers brush over his nipples, down his stomach, across where his cock is straining against the fabric of his pants.
“David,” Evan gasps as David’s fingers nimbly unbutton his pants and slide the zipper down smoothly. David’s got his hand closed around Evan in no time at all, and Evan holds him tightly as he sits, helpless under David’s weight. David’s hand is strong and sure, and he’s making these rocking motions with his hips against Evan’s thigh as he moves his hand faster, faster. Evan can feel his release pooling low in his stomach, and when David leans in and pushes his tongue into Evan’s mouth, it tears from his body with a litany of ragged gasps.
Evan slides his hand from the back of David’s neck to the tent in David’s pants, cupping his hand around the hardness there and giving David something better to thrust into. David moves his hips against Evan’s hand a few times, and then he’s leaning his head down against Evan’s as the fabric beneath Evan’s palm gets dark and heavy and sticky.
“Thank you,” David says unevenly, kissing Evan again as he somehow gets back into his own seat.
“Any time,” Evan says, trying to catch his breath and tuck himself in while David peels off his jacket and ties it around his waist to hide the stain.
“Major,” Evan hears Zelenka call as he walks down the hallway. He stops and waits as Zelenka strides up to him, datapad in hand. “These results form the test of Jumper Three,” he says. “I thought you said that everything went well?”
“Everything went fine, Doc,” Evan replies immediately. “Why, did it malfunction again?”
“No, no,” Zelenka says, frowning at his datapad. “It is only that – well, see for yourself.”
Evan takes the datapad and looks down at it. It’s a flight path, recording when and where and in what direction, and – oh. The line goes straight, bends around curves, just like it’s supposed to until the end of the flight; then, it starts to closely resemble the flight of a bumblebee, up and down and sideways, the speed changing as often as the direction.
“No idea,” he manages, handing the datapad back to the other man and shrugging a shoulder. “Maybe the recording program is messed up or something, Doc. The Jumper definitely didn’t do that.”
“Hm,” Zelenka replies absently. “Perhaps you are right. I will take a look at the coding – you see, this is what I get for delegating important tasks to-” He stops mid-sentence and looks up to Evan. “Would you and Dr. Parrish be wiling to take the Jumper out again when I solve this problem? I would like to have the same people aboard if possible,” he adds. “A modicum of control in the situation, as it were.”
Control,, Evan thinks with a grin, sure. “You just let me know when, Doc, and we’ll be ready to go.”