"Sheppard! McKay! This is a public restroom!"

John grips the top edge of the stall's door tighter and huffs out a breath as Rodney pushes all the way in again.

"Mall's closed," Rodney grits out, and John bites off a moan at the clenching of Rodney's fingers on his hips.

"Seriously," John says, breathless. "Five more minutes, Officer Lorne."

"I'm not a snooze bar," Lorne complains. "And I'm also not your lookout."

"Fuck," John whines. "Yeah, Rodney. Right there."

Rodney's hand slides around to grip John's dick. "Lorne, if you go away now, John and I will stand lookout when you and Dr. Parrish fuck in the security office."

John rocks himself back and forth between Rodney's hand and his cock, speeding up.

"Deal," Officer Lorne says, and John comes about ten seconds after the bathroom door swings closed.