Fic: SGA: Unexplored Territory, Mature (NC-17)
Title: Unexplored Territory
Pairing: John/Rodney
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Here be porns without much plots.
Author's note: I demanded some pornage and several people complied. melagan mentioned John's shy, neglected nipples. This is the result.
With appreciation to all who supplied me a fix, most especially, ladycat777, toomuchplor, chkc, who humored my bossiness and made my wishes come true.
~~~
Curled up against John's shoulder and dozing intermittently, Rodney spread his hand against John's chest, enjoying the feel of soft hair and softer skin beneath his fingers.
They didn't often lie like this. Rodney was usually the one restless before bed, needing a little something to read before dropping off to sleep, even after pretty terrific sex.
Sex sometimes made him more wired, whereas John tended to go all long and slow and even slinkier, stretching and curling up against Rodney with a sated sigh, sleepy kisses pressed against his skin where ever John finally came to rest. Rodney usually got himself to sleep with a combination of reading material and petting John, the weight of his warmth and slow, even breaths guiding him down and down into slumber.
But not tonight. Tonight, John was the one reading a magazine one-handed, free arm looped around Rodney's shoulders, fingers stroking gently and pausing occasionally to press the odd kiss on Rodney's hair. It was nice. Didn't mean he had to keep his own hands still, though.
(For the record, neither of them ever mentioned the snuggling. In fact, it had kind of snuck up on Rodney, who assumed that John would retreat back at least partially into his no-touch zone and rolled away to putter and read his magazine.
John had stoically left the bed and got dressed and left in the early days, which Rodney figured was only natural, DADT still in effect. It lasted until John was too wiped out to get up right away and Rodney, entranced with so much sleepy, smiling, naked John on offer, couldn't help but reach out. John made a contented sound and pushed into his touch and that was pretty much it. The minute they could safely stay the night, they never missed the opportunity, curled together until duty called. Let it not be said that Rodney McKay didn't pick up on things. )
So tonight, Rodney petted John's chest instead of his back and learned a thing or two. He brushed his fingers over John's nipple and John inhaled in a slightly different kind of sighing way. Beneath Rodney's fingers, the nipple pebbled up very nicely.
Huh. Rodney thought. He'd thought John's nipples weren't that sensitive and frankly, had been spending lots of quality time on the roughly four thousand hot spots on John's neck and the little place between thigh and body that if he licked it, made John go absolutely wild, hips bucking helplessly. Rodney had to really hold him down for that, and that had set off a whole slew of other discoveries and, well. There had been plenty to do.
A second brush of fingers and John made a tiny sound in the back of his throat, just shy of inaudible, and stretched subtly. Let out, that little noise might have grown up into a moan and Rodney thought, Oh ho.
He kept brushing lightly, back and forth, until John’s body started tightening beneath his hand, legs moving in tiny, restless movements against the sheets and his chest lifting slightly to meet Rodney’s fingers.
“Mmmm,” Rodney murmured, pleased, turned his head, closed his lips over John’s other nipple and sucked gently. John arched into it, another tiny, strangled sound locked in his throat. Rodney smiled to himself as he heard the magazine fall to the floor and sucked a little harder. John shuddered and sighed, his hand coming to rest against the nape of Rodney’s neck, not holding him in place exactly, but letting him know that staying was a very good idea.
Rodney smiled again, added a few swirls of his tongue. On the other side of John’s chest, he ran his fingers round and round in a large, slow circle, not touching the nipple, but sensitizing all the skin around it, making his way slowly into the center.
John shifted beneath him, his hips pulsing and pushing against the bed. His head moved against the pillow, those little sounds still locked behind his lips. Rodney wanted more. He scratched over one nipple and nipped gently at the other and oh, John made a hitching, cut-off moan. Better.
Rodney nibbled, plucked, teased and shifted so that he could lean across and lavish attention on both sides of John’s chest. John pushed up into his mouth, hands wandering over Rodney’s back, cupping the back of his head to hold him closer. He tried to twist and press his hips against Rodney, seeking a little extra friction, and Rodney paused to look up at him, his fingers still moving against John’s chest.
“Think you can come from this?”
John’s face was flushed, gaze blurry and his lips were red, so red from biting and pressing them together. “I, I don’t know,” he said huskily. “God, Rodney.”
“You could have told me, you know,” Rodney murmured, nipping here, tweaking there. “Ah, God, John,” he whispered as John writhed against his mouth, “I want you to try.”
John keened, high and longing and restless, and Rodney sped up his caresses, sucking hard and deep, pinching a little harder, plucking a little longer. John was moving constantly now, his head whipping back and forth, his feet sliding and pushing against the sheets so he could offer himself up for Rodney’s mouth. His hips flexed and strained against the bed. He cried out softly and clutched at Rodney, whispering, “Please, please, Rodney,” in a voice that had Rodney moaning against John’s skin.
“I think…I need…just a little…” John breathed, “please, Rodney.”
“Come on, John,” Rodney replied, hushing him. “You can. I know you can. Give me this.”
John arched and growled with pure frustration and Rodney rewarded him by setting his teeth in the skin around one tortured nipple and pressing in, slow and deep. He swirled and flicked his tongue over the trapped, pebbled flesh and squeezed its opposite with long, firm pulses, aiming for just shy of pain.
John’s back bowed right off the bed as he came with a hoarse, moaning sigh. Rodney had to raise his head to see it, see John’s transfigured face. He was so gorgeous like this.
Shifting and leaning down, he licked John’s belly clean as John relaxed into a puddle on the bed and groaned softly, one hand threaded in Rodney’s hair.
“Can’t believe you didn’t tell me about that, you moron,” he muttered.
“There was…we were…I mean, plenty,” John slurred.
“Mmm hmm. Well, I’m going to have to fuck you now.”
John groaned again. His legs fell open.
“Anywhere else I’ve been neglecting?” He asked as he slid his hand down between John’s legs and circled a slow, teasing finger around John’s hole. Glancing up, he noticed John biting his lip again and had to lean up and kiss that swollen mouth. After, he raised his eyebrows, waiting for an answer.
“Um,” John said, his eyes cutting shyly to the side. He pushed his ass against Rodney’s hand. “Your mouth?” he added cryptically. Rodney narrowed his eyes.
“Ah,” he said, getting it. “Turn over.”
“You. You don’t...”
“Turn over.”
John did, Rodney stopping him to put a pillow under his hips. He ran his hands down John’s back and over his ass. He was hard enough that it was getting a little painful, but by God, he was going to give his stupid ass of a, of a…Sheppard the rimming of his life before fucking him into next week.
“You know,” he said absently. “I think I’m going to tie you up and torture those nipples of yours until you tell me every last thing you want me to do to you.”
“Jesus, Rodney,” John moaned, louder than he had all night and pushed up into Rodney’s hands.
“Mmm, that’s more like it,” Rodney replied, and bent to his work.
~~~
And that's where I had to stop because my brain dribbled out my ears. Nite, y'all.
Pairing: John/Rodney
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Here be porns without much plots.
Author's note: I demanded some pornage and several people complied. melagan mentioned John's shy, neglected nipples. This is the result.
With appreciation to all who supplied me a fix, most especially, ladycat777, toomuchplor, chkc, who humored my bossiness and made my wishes come true.
~~~
Curled up against John's shoulder and dozing intermittently, Rodney spread his hand against John's chest, enjoying the feel of soft hair and softer skin beneath his fingers.
They didn't often lie like this. Rodney was usually the one restless before bed, needing a little something to read before dropping off to sleep, even after pretty terrific sex.
Sex sometimes made him more wired, whereas John tended to go all long and slow and even slinkier, stretching and curling up against Rodney with a sated sigh, sleepy kisses pressed against his skin where ever John finally came to rest. Rodney usually got himself to sleep with a combination of reading material and petting John, the weight of his warmth and slow, even breaths guiding him down and down into slumber.
But not tonight. Tonight, John was the one reading a magazine one-handed, free arm looped around Rodney's shoulders, fingers stroking gently and pausing occasionally to press the odd kiss on Rodney's hair. It was nice. Didn't mean he had to keep his own hands still, though.
(For the record, neither of them ever mentioned the snuggling. In fact, it had kind of snuck up on Rodney, who assumed that John would retreat back at least partially into his no-touch zone and rolled away to putter and read his magazine.
John had stoically left the bed and got dressed and left in the early days, which Rodney figured was only natural, DADT still in effect. It lasted until John was too wiped out to get up right away and Rodney, entranced with so much sleepy, smiling, naked John on offer, couldn't help but reach out. John made a contented sound and pushed into his touch and that was pretty much it. The minute they could safely stay the night, they never missed the opportunity, curled together until duty called. Let it not be said that Rodney McKay didn't pick up on things. )
So tonight, Rodney petted John's chest instead of his back and learned a thing or two. He brushed his fingers over John's nipple and John inhaled in a slightly different kind of sighing way. Beneath Rodney's fingers, the nipple pebbled up very nicely.
Huh. Rodney thought. He'd thought John's nipples weren't that sensitive and frankly, had been spending lots of quality time on the roughly four thousand hot spots on John's neck and the little place between thigh and body that if he licked it, made John go absolutely wild, hips bucking helplessly. Rodney had to really hold him down for that, and that had set off a whole slew of other discoveries and, well. There had been plenty to do.
A second brush of fingers and John made a tiny sound in the back of his throat, just shy of inaudible, and stretched subtly. Let out, that little noise might have grown up into a moan and Rodney thought, Oh ho.
He kept brushing lightly, back and forth, until John’s body started tightening beneath his hand, legs moving in tiny, restless movements against the sheets and his chest lifting slightly to meet Rodney’s fingers.
“Mmmm,” Rodney murmured, pleased, turned his head, closed his lips over John’s other nipple and sucked gently. John arched into it, another tiny, strangled sound locked in his throat. Rodney smiled to himself as he heard the magazine fall to the floor and sucked a little harder. John shuddered and sighed, his hand coming to rest against the nape of Rodney’s neck, not holding him in place exactly, but letting him know that staying was a very good idea.
Rodney smiled again, added a few swirls of his tongue. On the other side of John’s chest, he ran his fingers round and round in a large, slow circle, not touching the nipple, but sensitizing all the skin around it, making his way slowly into the center.
John shifted beneath him, his hips pulsing and pushing against the bed. His head moved against the pillow, those little sounds still locked behind his lips. Rodney wanted more. He scratched over one nipple and nipped gently at the other and oh, John made a hitching, cut-off moan. Better.
Rodney nibbled, plucked, teased and shifted so that he could lean across and lavish attention on both sides of John’s chest. John pushed up into his mouth, hands wandering over Rodney’s back, cupping the back of his head to hold him closer. He tried to twist and press his hips against Rodney, seeking a little extra friction, and Rodney paused to look up at him, his fingers still moving against John’s chest.
“Think you can come from this?”
John’s face was flushed, gaze blurry and his lips were red, so red from biting and pressing them together. “I, I don’t know,” he said huskily. “God, Rodney.”
“You could have told me, you know,” Rodney murmured, nipping here, tweaking there. “Ah, God, John,” he whispered as John writhed against his mouth, “I want you to try.”
John keened, high and longing and restless, and Rodney sped up his caresses, sucking hard and deep, pinching a little harder, plucking a little longer. John was moving constantly now, his head whipping back and forth, his feet sliding and pushing against the sheets so he could offer himself up for Rodney’s mouth. His hips flexed and strained against the bed. He cried out softly and clutched at Rodney, whispering, “Please, please, Rodney,” in a voice that had Rodney moaning against John’s skin.
“I think…I need…just a little…” John breathed, “please, Rodney.”
“Come on, John,” Rodney replied, hushing him. “You can. I know you can. Give me this.”
John arched and growled with pure frustration and Rodney rewarded him by setting his teeth in the skin around one tortured nipple and pressing in, slow and deep. He swirled and flicked his tongue over the trapped, pebbled flesh and squeezed its opposite with long, firm pulses, aiming for just shy of pain.
John’s back bowed right off the bed as he came with a hoarse, moaning sigh. Rodney had to raise his head to see it, see John’s transfigured face. He was so gorgeous like this.
Shifting and leaning down, he licked John’s belly clean as John relaxed into a puddle on the bed and groaned softly, one hand threaded in Rodney’s hair.
“Can’t believe you didn’t tell me about that, you moron,” he muttered.
“There was…we were…I mean, plenty,” John slurred.
“Mmm hmm. Well, I’m going to have to fuck you now.”
John groaned again. His legs fell open.
“Anywhere else I’ve been neglecting?” He asked as he slid his hand down between John’s legs and circled a slow, teasing finger around John’s hole. Glancing up, he noticed John biting his lip again and had to lean up and kiss that swollen mouth. After, he raised his eyebrows, waiting for an answer.
“Um,” John said, his eyes cutting shyly to the side. He pushed his ass against Rodney’s hand. “Your mouth?” he added cryptically. Rodney narrowed his eyes.
“Ah,” he said, getting it. “Turn over.”
“You. You don’t...”
“Turn over.”
John did, Rodney stopping him to put a pillow under his hips. He ran his hands down John’s back and over his ass. He was hard enough that it was getting a little painful, but by God, he was going to give his stupid ass of a, of a…Sheppard the rimming of his life before fucking him into next week.
“You know,” he said absently. “I think I’m going to tie you up and torture those nipples of yours until you tell me every last thing you want me to do to you.”
“Jesus, Rodney,” John moaned, louder than he had all night and pushed up into Rodney’s hands.
“Mmm, that’s more like it,” Rodney replied, and bent to his work.
~~~
And that's where I had to stop because my brain dribbled out my ears. Nite, y'all.