Solidarity
Title: Solidarity
Author: Leia/Camshaft22
Fandom: SGA
Rating: R
Notes: Written for Kink Bingo and race_the_ace
Pairing: John/Ronon
Word count: 631
Square: Piercing/Needle Play
John clears his throat and looks at Ronon as the bigger man nods, getting his drift. Teyla gives him a look to suggest that he isn’t fooling her, but doesn’t say anything as Rodney gives them all an annoyed glance.
“You should go get that looked at, John. I don’t want to get whatever it is you have,” Rodney told him waspishly.
John nods. “Yeah, good idea, Rodney. Thanks for the advice,” he told him with a grin as he picked up his tray. “I’ll get right on that.” He left them behind, electing to go to his room and get his gear before heading to Ronon’s quarters.
Ronon found him slouching against the wall. “Rodney thinks you’re being weird.”
“He always thinks that,” John said, looking up at him with a grimace.
“True,” Ronon said. “You want to do this?”
“Yeah,” John told him nonchalantly. “We don’t have a mission for two weeks. It’s the best time.”
Ronon nodded and entered his quarters with John right behind him. “Strip.”
John smirked and started taking off his clothing. “Yes, Commander,” he told him, falling into the role they agreed to when they started this.
“You never show enough respect, Specialist. But then, planetary forces isn’t as strict as some units,” Ronon told him.
“At least there’s that, Sir,” John told him.
Ronon took off his shirt, revealing his tattoos of his homeland and looked at John standing there at parade rest. His eyes swept over John’s body and nodded as he picked up the case.
“You know the drill. Stand still and show you’ve got what it takes to be a part of this unit,” Ronon told him.
“Of course, Commander,” John told him, standing still as Ronon picked up the first barbell and took John’s nipple, sliding it into the half healed piercing. John gritted his teeth but didn’t flinch as Ronon fastened it close.
“It’s growing together pretty fast. But you’ve kept it clean. Good work, Specialist,” Ronon commented as he took the other nipple, pulling it more erect before sliding the second into his nipple. He flicked them with his fingers and pulled back, looking at him.
“T-Thank you, Commander,” John said, the pain making him more aroused.
Ronon took his cock and jerked a few times. “We do this to show our strength and our solidarity with each other. This takes extreme trust. Do you trust me, John?”
“I trust you, Ronon. I trust you with my life and am ready to use that life to defend my team,” John vowed.
Ronon nodded as he took the first needle, pulling at the skin of John’s hard cock and then sliding it just under the skin. John hissed, gritting his teeth but stood still. Ronon watched him for a few minutes then inserted the next needle, seeing the pinprick of blood rolling off John’s cock. He continued inserting the needles until John’s cock was covered with a film of blood from where the needles had pierced his cock.
“God, Ronon…” John breathed out, his eyes half rolled back into his head.
“Just a little longer, Specialist,” Ronon promised. “This is nothing.”
“It’s nothing, Commander,” John told him, coming back from the high off the pain.
“That’s the way,” Ronon said with a grin.
John panted slightly and looked at him. Ronon nodded and started pulling the pins out.
“We’ll leave the piercings until tomorrow night,” Ronon told him.
“Yes, Commander,” John told him, looking blissed out.
“You did well, John,” Ronon told him, carefully cleaning and sterilizing his cock once the needles were free.
“Thanks, Ronon,” John told him as Ronon helped him onto the bed.
“No problem. Sleep it off,” Ronon said, getting in beside him.
John smiled briefly and got comfortable, falling asleep.
FIN
Author: Leia/Camshaft22
Fandom: SGA
Rating: R
Notes: Written for Kink Bingo and race_the_ace
Pairing: John/Ronon
Word count: 631
Square: Piercing/Needle Play
John clears his throat and looks at Ronon as the bigger man nods, getting his drift. Teyla gives him a look to suggest that he isn’t fooling her, but doesn’t say anything as Rodney gives them all an annoyed glance.
“You should go get that looked at, John. I don’t want to get whatever it is you have,” Rodney told him waspishly.
John nods. “Yeah, good idea, Rodney. Thanks for the advice,” he told him with a grin as he picked up his tray. “I’ll get right on that.” He left them behind, electing to go to his room and get his gear before heading to Ronon’s quarters.
Ronon found him slouching against the wall. “Rodney thinks you’re being weird.”
“He always thinks that,” John said, looking up at him with a grimace.
“True,” Ronon said. “You want to do this?”
“Yeah,” John told him nonchalantly. “We don’t have a mission for two weeks. It’s the best time.”
Ronon nodded and entered his quarters with John right behind him. “Strip.”
John smirked and started taking off his clothing. “Yes, Commander,” he told him, falling into the role they agreed to when they started this.
“You never show enough respect, Specialist. But then, planetary forces isn’t as strict as some units,” Ronon told him.
“At least there’s that, Sir,” John told him.
Ronon took off his shirt, revealing his tattoos of his homeland and looked at John standing there at parade rest. His eyes swept over John’s body and nodded as he picked up the case.
“You know the drill. Stand still and show you’ve got what it takes to be a part of this unit,” Ronon told him.
“Of course, Commander,” John told him, standing still as Ronon picked up the first barbell and took John’s nipple, sliding it into the half healed piercing. John gritted his teeth but didn’t flinch as Ronon fastened it close.
“It’s growing together pretty fast. But you’ve kept it clean. Good work, Specialist,” Ronon commented as he took the other nipple, pulling it more erect before sliding the second into his nipple. He flicked them with his fingers and pulled back, looking at him.
“T-Thank you, Commander,” John said, the pain making him more aroused.
Ronon took his cock and jerked a few times. “We do this to show our strength and our solidarity with each other. This takes extreme trust. Do you trust me, John?”
“I trust you, Ronon. I trust you with my life and am ready to use that life to defend my team,” John vowed.
Ronon nodded as he took the first needle, pulling at the skin of John’s hard cock and then sliding it just under the skin. John hissed, gritting his teeth but stood still. Ronon watched him for a few minutes then inserted the next needle, seeing the pinprick of blood rolling off John’s cock. He continued inserting the needles until John’s cock was covered with a film of blood from where the needles had pierced his cock.
“God, Ronon…” John breathed out, his eyes half rolled back into his head.
“Just a little longer, Specialist,” Ronon promised. “This is nothing.”
“It’s nothing, Commander,” John told him, coming back from the high off the pain.
“That’s the way,” Ronon said with a grin.
John panted slightly and looked at him. Ronon nodded and started pulling the pins out.
“We’ll leave the piercings until tomorrow night,” Ronon told him.
“Yes, Commander,” John told him, looking blissed out.
“You did well, John,” Ronon told him, carefully cleaning and sterilizing his cock once the needles were free.
“Thanks, Ronon,” John told him as Ronon helped him onto the bed.
“No problem. Sleep it off,” Ronon said, getting in beside him.
John smiled briefly and got comfortable, falling asleep.
FIN