SGA:Fic: Be Good, McShep, NC-17
I wroted this for yin_again, who has been a big ole klutz today and needs to sit still and stop typing. This is my way of helping. It started out as a comment fic, and, er.....well. I couldn't very well stop before the good part.
Title: Be Good
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers/Warnings: Light D/s. (My first!)
Unbeta'd
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"What are you DOING?" Rodney bellowed.
John curled in on himself and looked stubborn. "Cleaning?" he said in his "talking to an idiot child" voice and continued to dust and move things around, despite the fact that he was in two casts (arm,leg) and two of his ribs were cracked.
Rodney, astonished, waved his arms around until he realized he might look as if he were trying to take flight. "Are you insane? Possibly brain damaged? What part of "bed rest," do you not get? There is your bed; rest in it! How is that so hard?"
John kept himself occupied with some meaningless knicknack. Rodney would bet that his hidden expression included a pout.
"Why are you doing this?"
"Because I'm BORED," John spat out, turned and overbalanced on his bad leg. He started to flail and tip - it obviously hurt - and Rodney moved faster than he thought possible to catch him on his good side. John woofed in surprise and hung on.
"If you break yourself further in your own quarters I will torment you 'til the end of your days and beyond."
"Promise?"
"Don't even try that on me," Rodney huffed, shuffling them over to the bed. "I'm immune."
John's eyebrows begged to differ.
"Now," Rodney said, helping John to get situated comfortably, "I came to see if what you might like for dinner and suggest we watch some movies or something, but clearly, you need far more help than that. Have you had any pain meds?"
Rodney was willing to bet John didn't know his lower lip jutted out like that. "Another hour or so."
"So you're trying to work through the pain to distract yourself. Wonderful." He sat on the bed and put a pillow under John's bad leg.
John huffed and tried to brush Rodney's hands away. Rodney let him, and stood to strip out of his jacket, pants and shoes. He circled the bed, lay down, fit himself against John's good side and gently petted the soft swell of John's cock through his thin sweatpants. Shuddering with pleasure, John arched up into his hand with a sigh.
"Are you going to be good for me?" Rodney murmured. John cried out sharply, his hips snapping upward. He whined with pain.
"Pain. That's not on the menu today, Sheppard," he said darkly. John settled back down, panting lightly.
"You're not to move, you hear me? Make whatever sound you want but Do. Not. Move. Clear?"
"Yes." John made a little yearning sound, obviously trying to get himself under control, and Rodney let it roll around in his head for a moment.
"You'll stay still and let me take care of you?"
"Yes."
John hardened against his hand in a very flattering way.
"This will feel so much better than puttering around and putting pressure on your broken bones."
John fisted his good hand in the sheet. "Yes, Rodney, please."
"Good, that's good," Rodney said softly, nearly crooning. "Lift up for me and we'll begin.
He gently helped John out of his sweats, silently giving thanks for the cut-off leg on the cast side and watched as John settled back, eyes already blown out with arousal and hands shaking. Rodney pushed up John's t-shirt and John raised his arm, letting Rodney take it off. "We'll get the rest later," he murmured, and John nodded.
Leaning back, John latched on to his handful of sheet and visibly braced himself.
Rodney snorted, "Oh yes, this is going to be such an ordeal." He wrapped his hand around John and began to stoke slowly - much more slowly than John preferred. John breathed hard through his nose, obviously wanting to push himself faster through Rodney's fist. His hips rocked, just a little.
"John," Rodney snapped quietly and gratifyingly, John froze. He made a frustrated noise in the back of his throat, but he froze.
"You're in no condition for me to tie you," Rodney warned, "do you want me to stop?"
John's cock pulsed in his hand. "No," John whispered raggedly.
"Get it together."
Taking a couple of deep breaths, John melted against the bed, his limbs loosening and muscles going soft. Rodney let him breathe for a moment.
"Good boy," he whispered, right in John's ear, wondering...
John's entire body coiled tight in an instant and he nearly hyperventilated, keening with the effort of staying still. His fingers clutched the sheet a little tighter, but Rodney could allow that.
Nuzzling John's ear, he said it again. "Good boy," he said, stroking steadily while John fought his trembling.
Soon after that, though, Rodney could feel John tense with not turning into Rodney's lazy nosing of his cheek and jaw. Rodney intensified his caresses against cock and cheek just to hear him fight it, mewling in the back of his throat and panting, a clean sweat springing up along his hairline.
"Tell me. I know you like jack yourself off faster, John. Tell me and I'll speed up."
John cried out, pressing himself into the bed. "Want to," he panted. "want to kiss."
"Mmmmm," Rodney brushed his lips over John's jaw. "I don't think I should do that and speed up, John. I don't think you could stay still for that. You'd forget. It might hurt."
John growled, long and low and so frustrated, eyes open and glaring at the ceiling, but he stayed rock-solid still. "Rodney," he gritted out, "Rodney, please."
"Please what?"
"I don't know," John whined, tiny tremors under his skin, "just God, please. I'll. Be Good."
John Sheppard begging; no one could withstand that.
"Tilt your head back." Rodney ordered, grasping at his own self-control.
John did, exposing the long line of this throat. Rodney kept stroking him to the same slow pace. He leaned down and licked the hollow of John's throat, right in that little spot where John's chest hair always taunted him. (John was panting through his nose again.) He sucked on John's Adam's apple, licked up his neck and bit at the underside of his jaw, all while John made growling, frustrated noises in his throat.
"So good," Rodney whispered, "you're being so good."
John gasped Rodney's name, voice breaking. Rodney leaned back to whisper in his ear.
"Do you think you can be good enough for me to kiss you and touch you and remain still?"
"Be. I'll be."
"Turn here, but that's all."
John's eyes were wide and wild as he looked at Rodney, causing him to tremble a little himself, weathering the wave of fierce tenderness that rushed through him. To make this man look like that... Rodney took John's lips.
He could feel John trying to match his gentle pace, desperate gasps and sobs breaking out and Rodney broke a little himself, sweeping into John's hot mouth possessively. John went rigid again and kissed like he was pouring out all that frustration and desperation at not being able to move.
"Good, John, good," Rodney whispered between assaults and John sobbed out cry after cry against Rodney's lips. Rewarding him, Rodney sped up his stokes and before long, John came with a long, wild wail. Rodney gentled him through it, drawing it out as long as possible.
They lay there, panting against one another's mouths and John's free hand wound up fisting in Rodney's shirt. He turned slightly to kiss Rodney's chin and mouth and cheek, nuzzle his face to the side so he could get at a favored spot on Rodney's neck. He patted Rodney clumsily.
"Hey," he complained, batting at Rodney's boxers. "Gimme." He waffled over to his side, tugging at the thin fabric.
"I'd criticize your seduction techniques if I wasn't so...nnnngh," Rodney said, until John cut him off with a sly, twisting stroke.
"I begged for you, Rodney," John's voice was all dark promise, "give it to me." He pulled at Rodney's cock roughly.
"Obviously, I...did...it...wrong if you can still...ah!" John set a blistering pace and in a few incredible seconds, Rodney was coming all over his hand. John gentled him down, a sleepy, smug smirk on his face.
"Competitive asshole," Rodney tried to grump.
John gave him the big eyes. "You started it." He stretched carefully, squeaking. Rodney had to lean in and suck on his neck. It was very important. John arched into it for a moment.
"Can we?" John flapped at the shirt that was still around his neck and one arm. Rodney sat up enough to help him with it then headed for the bathroom and a washcloth to clean them up.
By the time he got back, John was sprawled against the pillows fast asleep. Rodney wiped him up carefully.
"Hmmmnh?"
"Go to sleep."
John grabbed at his wrist. "Stay."
Rodney huffed a regretful sigh. John looked at him through sated, half-open eyes. "I'll be good."
"I can make you be." Rodney glowered to cover his cock's valiant, yet futile, twitch.
John grinned and wiggled his toes. "I know."
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Title: Be Good
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers/Warnings: Light D/s. (My first!)
Unbeta'd
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"What are you DOING?" Rodney bellowed.
John curled in on himself and looked stubborn. "Cleaning?" he said in his "talking to an idiot child" voice and continued to dust and move things around, despite the fact that he was in two casts (arm,leg) and two of his ribs were cracked.
Rodney, astonished, waved his arms around until he realized he might look as if he were trying to take flight. "Are you insane? Possibly brain damaged? What part of "bed rest," do you not get? There is your bed; rest in it! How is that so hard?"
John kept himself occupied with some meaningless knicknack. Rodney would bet that his hidden expression included a pout.
"Why are you doing this?"
"Because I'm BORED," John spat out, turned and overbalanced on his bad leg. He started to flail and tip - it obviously hurt - and Rodney moved faster than he thought possible to catch him on his good side. John woofed in surprise and hung on.
"If you break yourself further in your own quarters I will torment you 'til the end of your days and beyond."
"Promise?"
"Don't even try that on me," Rodney huffed, shuffling them over to the bed. "I'm immune."
John's eyebrows begged to differ.
"Now," Rodney said, helping John to get situated comfortably, "I came to see if what you might like for dinner and suggest we watch some movies or something, but clearly, you need far more help than that. Have you had any pain meds?"
Rodney was willing to bet John didn't know his lower lip jutted out like that. "Another hour or so."
"So you're trying to work through the pain to distract yourself. Wonderful." He sat on the bed and put a pillow under John's bad leg.
John huffed and tried to brush Rodney's hands away. Rodney let him, and stood to strip out of his jacket, pants and shoes. He circled the bed, lay down, fit himself against John's good side and gently petted the soft swell of John's cock through his thin sweatpants. Shuddering with pleasure, John arched up into his hand with a sigh.
"Are you going to be good for me?" Rodney murmured. John cried out sharply, his hips snapping upward. He whined with pain.
"Pain. That's not on the menu today, Sheppard," he said darkly. John settled back down, panting lightly.
"You're not to move, you hear me? Make whatever sound you want but Do. Not. Move. Clear?"
"Yes." John made a little yearning sound, obviously trying to get himself under control, and Rodney let it roll around in his head for a moment.
"You'll stay still and let me take care of you?"
"Yes."
John hardened against his hand in a very flattering way.
"This will feel so much better than puttering around and putting pressure on your broken bones."
John fisted his good hand in the sheet. "Yes, Rodney, please."
"Good, that's good," Rodney said softly, nearly crooning. "Lift up for me and we'll begin.
He gently helped John out of his sweats, silently giving thanks for the cut-off leg on the cast side and watched as John settled back, eyes already blown out with arousal and hands shaking. Rodney pushed up John's t-shirt and John raised his arm, letting Rodney take it off. "We'll get the rest later," he murmured, and John nodded.
Leaning back, John latched on to his handful of sheet and visibly braced himself.
Rodney snorted, "Oh yes, this is going to be such an ordeal." He wrapped his hand around John and began to stoke slowly - much more slowly than John preferred. John breathed hard through his nose, obviously wanting to push himself faster through Rodney's fist. His hips rocked, just a little.
"John," Rodney snapped quietly and gratifyingly, John froze. He made a frustrated noise in the back of his throat, but he froze.
"You're in no condition for me to tie you," Rodney warned, "do you want me to stop?"
John's cock pulsed in his hand. "No," John whispered raggedly.
"Get it together."
Taking a couple of deep breaths, John melted against the bed, his limbs loosening and muscles going soft. Rodney let him breathe for a moment.
"Good boy," he whispered, right in John's ear, wondering...
John's entire body coiled tight in an instant and he nearly hyperventilated, keening with the effort of staying still. His fingers clutched the sheet a little tighter, but Rodney could allow that.
Nuzzling John's ear, he said it again. "Good boy," he said, stroking steadily while John fought his trembling.
Soon after that, though, Rodney could feel John tense with not turning into Rodney's lazy nosing of his cheek and jaw. Rodney intensified his caresses against cock and cheek just to hear him fight it, mewling in the back of his throat and panting, a clean sweat springing up along his hairline.
"Tell me. I know you like jack yourself off faster, John. Tell me and I'll speed up."
John cried out, pressing himself into the bed. "Want to," he panted. "want to kiss."
"Mmmmm," Rodney brushed his lips over John's jaw. "I don't think I should do that and speed up, John. I don't think you could stay still for that. You'd forget. It might hurt."
John growled, long and low and so frustrated, eyes open and glaring at the ceiling, but he stayed rock-solid still. "Rodney," he gritted out, "Rodney, please."
"Please what?"
"I don't know," John whined, tiny tremors under his skin, "just God, please. I'll. Be Good."
John Sheppard begging; no one could withstand that.
"Tilt your head back." Rodney ordered, grasping at his own self-control.
John did, exposing the long line of this throat. Rodney kept stroking him to the same slow pace. He leaned down and licked the hollow of John's throat, right in that little spot where John's chest hair always taunted him. (John was panting through his nose again.) He sucked on John's Adam's apple, licked up his neck and bit at the underside of his jaw, all while John made growling, frustrated noises in his throat.
"So good," Rodney whispered, "you're being so good."
John gasped Rodney's name, voice breaking. Rodney leaned back to whisper in his ear.
"Do you think you can be good enough for me to kiss you and touch you and remain still?"
"Be. I'll be."
"Turn here, but that's all."
John's eyes were wide and wild as he looked at Rodney, causing him to tremble a little himself, weathering the wave of fierce tenderness that rushed through him. To make this man look like that... Rodney took John's lips.
He could feel John trying to match his gentle pace, desperate gasps and sobs breaking out and Rodney broke a little himself, sweeping into John's hot mouth possessively. John went rigid again and kissed like he was pouring out all that frustration and desperation at not being able to move.
"Good, John, good," Rodney whispered between assaults and John sobbed out cry after cry against Rodney's lips. Rewarding him, Rodney sped up his stokes and before long, John came with a long, wild wail. Rodney gentled him through it, drawing it out as long as possible.
They lay there, panting against one another's mouths and John's free hand wound up fisting in Rodney's shirt. He turned slightly to kiss Rodney's chin and mouth and cheek, nuzzle his face to the side so he could get at a favored spot on Rodney's neck. He patted Rodney clumsily.
"Hey," he complained, batting at Rodney's boxers. "Gimme." He waffled over to his side, tugging at the thin fabric.
"I'd criticize your seduction techniques if I wasn't so...nnnngh," Rodney said, until John cut him off with a sly, twisting stroke.
"I begged for you, Rodney," John's voice was all dark promise, "give it to me." He pulled at Rodney's cock roughly.
"Obviously, I...did...it...wrong if you can still...ah!" John set a blistering pace and in a few incredible seconds, Rodney was coming all over his hand. John gentled him down, a sleepy, smug smirk on his face.
"Competitive asshole," Rodney tried to grump.
John gave him the big eyes. "You started it." He stretched carefully, squeaking. Rodney had to lean in and suck on his neck. It was very important. John arched into it for a moment.
"Can we?" John flapped at the shirt that was still around his neck and one arm. Rodney sat up enough to help him with it then headed for the bathroom and a washcloth to clean them up.
By the time he got back, John was sprawled against the pillows fast asleep. Rodney wiped him up carefully.
"Hmmmnh?"
"Go to sleep."
John grabbed at his wrist. "Stay."
Rodney huffed a regretful sigh. John looked at him through sated, half-open eyes. "I'll be good."
"I can make you be." Rodney glowered to cover his cock's valiant, yet futile, twitch.
John grinned and wiggled his toes. "I know."
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