SGA Fic: Focus (nc-17, John/Rodney, John/Rodney/Teyla)
Title: Focus
Pairing: established John/Rodney with added Teyla for more flavor
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Rodney struggled a bit, but relaxed when it became clear he wasn’t going anywhere. "This wasn’t really what I was thinking when I said ‘threesome’."
Notes: A long ways back, shetiger wrote me a story where John comes across a tied up Rodney and has some fun. Almost a year later, I had a birthday, and she wrote me the sequel, where Rodney is gifted with a tied-up John, and has some fun himself. This is part three in the series, in which John ups the stakes.
I owe mega-thanks to synecdochic, who managed to get me writing again after barely writing anything at all for almost a year, and for forcibly removing her head from her giant WIP so that she could then trundle through my story and point out everything that was wrong. Any mistakes left in this are mine, mine, mine. lcsbanana gets props as well, for support, validation, and general awesomeness.
“You’ve improved,” Teyla said, skirts flaring as she whirled in a tight arc. “But you continue to lack focus.”
John would’ve answered her, but that meant talking and at the moment, all of his air was devoted to breathing - not panting - just breathing. He tracked her movements and as soon as she raised one of her sticks, attempted a counter-thrust. He ended up in his usual position: flat on his back; Teyla leaning over him with a smile a lesser person would’ve called smug.
“It’ll take a lot more than a beating with sticks to get him to improve his focus,” Rodney said dryly from the doorway.
Teyla touched her forehead to John’s and then pulled off gracefully, while John stayed on the floor and pretended Rodney hadn’t just seen him getting his ass kicked.
“Achieving focus takes much time and effort, Doctor,” she said to Rodney, while offering John her hand. He took it and stood up slowly, wincing at the various creaky noises his joints made as they popped.
“Yes, yes, I’m sure it does,” Rodney said with a smile that didn’t even pretend not to be smug. “Years of advanced schooling meant that I learned focus at a very young age, something I’m sure the Colonel here,” he spared John a quick glance, “knows nothing about.”
John grabbed a towel and strung it along the back of his neck, rubbing away the worst of the strain. He caught Teyla’s eye and they shared a look of amusement as Rodney went on about the stress of his degrees, training himself to exist on two hours of sleep out of every twelve, and something about lab assistants and blood that John really didn’t want to know about.
“So you’re saying you can focus in all situations?” John asked. He winked at Teyla and subtly moved until he was between Rodney and the exit.
Rodney stared at him. “Have you missed all of the times that I’ve had to save our asses in impossible circumstances? Being brilliant doesn’t just come naturally, you know. It takes practice.”
“And have you been practicing, Rodney?” Teyla said. John noticed that she’d moved as well, placing herself between Rodney and the locker room. That, plus the use of Rodney’s first name, was a sign that she was ready and willing to play along.
“Of course I’ve been practicing. Just this morning, I finished analyzing the last of the power fluctuations. Even after we ran out of coffee!”
“Quite an obstacle,” Teyla said gravely, as John quickly double-checked to make sure the room was empty and then mentally locked the doors.
The click was loud enough to jar Rodney out of his self-congratulatory mood. John smiled as Rodney looked around and noticed that he’d been firmly trapped between the two of them with no avenue of escape.
“I think you’ve forgotten that focus is more than just a mental thing,” John said, watching Rodney carefully; things could easily go in the wrong direction and he wanted to play this right.
“The Colonel is correct, Doctor,” Teyla said. “In order to achieve full focus, the mind and the body must be in balance.”
“I think my balance is just fine, but thank you very much for your concern.” Rodney started to back away from John, only to freeze as Teyla came up behind him and laid her stick gently across his throat.
John moved forward until Rodney was sandwiched between them. “What kind of team would we be if we didn’t help you practice?”
“John,” Rodney said quietly and twisted his head around toward Teyla, who removed her stick and stepped back.
“If I have pushed you into a position you did not wish for,” Teyla started, and whoa, she sounded more formal than ever, a sure sign that she was embarrassed. “That was not my intention.”
“No, no, it’s not that,” Rodney said absently. “It’s just, John, are you sure?”
They’d talked about this before, but it was one thing alone in their room; John sucking Rodney off, listening to Rodney’s broken words as he told John exactly what he wanted, and another thing entirely to have this for real.
They’d agreed that John would approach Teyla to see if she was interested - no harm, no foul if she wasn’t. John had finally managed to stammer through the proposal a few days ago, and they'd agreed: Rodney's room, after the next team movie night. He hadn't told Rodney yet. However, John had never been known for his impulse control, and with Rodney right here, between them and vulnerable, he wasn’t about to look a gift threesome in the mouth.
He leaned in and framed Rodney’s face in his hands. “I’m sure if you’re sure,” he said, and kissed Rodney softly, giving him the opportunity to pull away.
He could see the realization dawn on Rodney’s face, right before Rodney kissed him back. Rodney then turned to Teyla, catching both of her hands between his. “Please stay,” he said slowly. “I was just surprised.”
“Well then,” John said, moving back in for the kill and grinning at Teyla over Rodney’s shoulder, “remember not to lose your focus.”
“What -” Rodney started, but broke off when John tackled him full-length onto the mat. “Are you insane? My back is in bad enough shape already!”
John rolled his eyes and concentrated on holding Rodney down with his weight. “Feel free to join in,” he said to Teyla, and Teyla reached forward, pinning Rodney’s wrists to the mat with her hands, rendering him almost completely immobile.
Rodney struggled a bit, but relaxed when it became clear he wasn’t going anywhere. “This wasn’t really what I was thinking when I said ‘threesome’.”
“Oh, I’m sure it wasn’t,” John said. “But I bet you remember when I warned you about payback.
With that, Rodney’s eyes widened and he tensed back up. “That’s right,” John said pleasantly, and then turned his attention to Teyla. “Let’s just say that Rodney had a little too much fun when I got trapped back on the hive ship and now it’s his turn.”
“You deserved it!” Rodney told him. “I was only getting you back for what you did to me!”
“I’m surprised, Doctor McKay,” Teyla said, a smile playing across her lips. “Taking advantage of an innocent man in such a manner.”
Rodney twisted his head so he could encompass them both in his glare. “He started it.”
John ground down against him and watched Rodney’s eyes go blurry. “Hey, Teyla,” he said, deciding it was even more fun to talk to Teyla without addressing Rodney at all. “How long can you hold him like that?”
Teyla looked down at Rodney’s wrists flexing futilely in her grasp. “I do not anticipate any problems.”
“Great.” He made his way slowly down Rodney’s body, rubbing against as many sensitive spots as he could. “Keep him still while I take care of his pants.”
“This is so unfair,” Rodney said while John unzipped him. “I’d never have done this to you.”
“That’s why you need to practice your focus, McKay.” With that, John pulled Rodney’s pants and briefs as far down as he could without letting Rodney’s legs free. Rodney was already half-hard and looking more interested by the second; John couldn’t resist taking a quick lick on his way back up, smiling at Rodney’s gasp.
“I think Rodney needs to practice focusing while being distracted by other stimuli,” Teyla told him. John looked up at her and saw she was rhythmically pressing her thumbs over the pulse points on Rodney’s wrists.
John nodded and then leaned in and kissed Rodney; wet and messy. Rodney always tasted like Rodney, no matter what he’d been doing or eating; John loved it. He dragged his mouth away from Rodney’s for a painful second and lifted his hand toward Teyla. “Would you like to do the honors?”
“I would indeed,” Teyla said. This was all about Rodney, but John still couldn’t help squirming when Teyla began licking his palm, her tongue soft and wet and *agile*.
“Bitten off a bit more than you can chew, Colonel?” Rodney said mockingly. “I thought you were supposed to be focusing.”
John reached down and wrapped his palm around Rodney’s cock, giving it a few perfect strokes, listening to Rodney’s moans. “I think I’m focusing just fine,” he told Rodney, and then held still, keeping his grip tight without moving.
“You certainly don’t need to focus on being an asshole.” Rodney sounded like he was speaking through gritted teeth. “Next time you spar with Teyla, I hope she gives you the spanking you deserve.”
Speaking of Teyla…
John reached up and unzipped Rodney’s shirt, pulling the two halves open to expose his chest. “He called you Xena again last week,” he told Teyla conversationally.
Teyla transferred both of Rodney’s wrists into one hand and shook her head at Rodney. “You promised you would never do that again. Perhaps if we practice your focus, you will remember to treat others with respect.”
“His nipples are really sensitive,” John said. “He hates it when I use my fingers.”
Teyla paused with her hand above his chest. “Hates?” she asked, frowning.
“Oh, he loves it too,” John assured her. “He just hates admitting it.”
“You know, Teyla, you don’t have to do this,” Rodney said nervously. “Of course I respect you.”
“Yeah,” John told him, keeping his grip on Rodney’s cock just as tight and unmoving while Rodney’s hips twitched. “But now you’ll respect her a whole lot more.”
The second Teyla reached his nipples, circling them with her fingers and then flicking the tips, John began gliding his thumb over the head of Rodney’s cock, feeling it get slipperier with each new pass.
Rodney’s reaction didn’t disappoint. He squirmed and gasped and finally made a sound suspiciously close to a whimper.
“Remember to focus, Rodney,” John told him with mock seriousness. “You never know when it’ll mean the difference between life and death.”
Rodney panted and then narrowed his eyes. “If it means the difference between your life or death, I don’t think I need much practice.”
Teyla pinched a nipple and smiled when Rodney yelped. “Silence is the key to practicing your focus, Doctor. Perhaps you should work on that now.”
“I think you’re asking too much there, Teyla,” John said as he began jerking Rodney very slowly, keeping up the movement of his thumb.
Teyla smiled. “Then he should be glad he has me to assist.” She stopped playing with Rodney’s nipples and reached for one of the abandoned sticks beside her.
Rodney could barely talk through his gasping, but he made a valiant effort. “You’re not going to beat me with that, right?”
Teyla gently laid the stick across Rodney’s throat, and Rodney’s eyes widened as everything about him went still. Everything except for Rodney’s cock in John’s hand, which twitched so hard John almost lost his grip.
Oh god, Rodney liked it. Rodney *liked* it. John nearly came himself watching Rodney’s face and the convulsive way he tried to keep from swallowing.
“Is this too much for you?” Teyla inquired. “Or would you like even more.”
From the way Rodney’s thighs shook, John was pretty sure he wouldn’t mind more.
“I think you can give him a little more,” he told Teyla, and monitored Rodney’s reactions carefully.
The slight increase of pressure made Rodney tremble everywhere. John leaned down and licked across Rodney’s belly to feel the shivers. He dipped his tongue inside Rodney’s navel, something he knew always made Rodney squirm from ticklishness, except this time Rodney couldn’t laugh, couldn’t order him to stop, couldn’t do anything except lie there and take it.
Keeping up the action on Rodney’s cock while moving so he could whisper into Rodney’s ear was hard, but John managed to do it.
“Are you focusing yet, Rodney?” he asked in a low voice, tracing the shell with his tongue. Rodney whimpered quietly, and John grinned. He bit down on the soft lobe. “That’s why practice is so important. I’ll bet you never even knew you liked this.”
He gave the spot behind Rodney’s ear a brief suck and then lifted up his head. “Lighten it up a bit,” he told Teyla. “I’m going to make him come.” Rodney whimpered again and John met his eyes, seeing the mix of confusion, desire, need, and acceptance. “Just like this.”
He leaned up to give Teyla a brief kiss and then went back to watching Rodney’s face as he quickened the motion of his hand until he reached the speed that he knew always got Rodney off hard and fast.
John held Rodney down with his legs, held Rodney’s eyes with his stare, held Rodney’s cock as he pushed Rodney over the edge. He kissed Rodney as he came, muffling the noises he knew Rodney wouldn’t want anybody else to hear.
When it was over, he stroked Rodney one last time, coaxing out the last of the aftershocks. He licked the inside of Rodney’s mouth and pulled off regretfully.
Rodney looked destroyed. His mouth was red and swollen, he had a bite mark under his navel, and his thighs were striped with come. John couldn’t remember a time he’d ever been more turned on.
Up above him, Teyla was lightly sheened with sweat and breathing audibly, but she was smiling and leaning down to kiss the fading line she’d left on Rodney’s neck.
Rodney made a faint sound and pulled her into a real kiss, while John busied himself putting Rodney back together: zipping up his shirt, cleaning up his thighs, and pulling up his pants. Rodney reached out with his free hand and caught John’s arm, pulling John’s hand over to his mouth and kissing the palm.
“Well,” Teyla said, settling herself into a cross-legged position on the floor. “That was a new experience.”
There was a brief second of silence while they all met each other’s eyes and then they were all laughing, because it was funny and it had been fun and even hotter than any of them had suspected. John and Rodney had been worried about things becoming awkward, but this was *Teyla* and she was their teammate and one of their closest friends. It was impossible to feel awkward when they’d been through so much together.
“New is certainly one way to put it,” Rodney said, back to his usual level of smug. John had measured once; he had about ninety-seven seconds of non-smug post-coital Rodney and then all bets were off.
John stood up - even more creakily this time - and helped pull Rodney off the ground as well. He would’ve offered a hand to Teyla, but she hopped up with such ease that John entertained a brief fantasy of wrecking her cool as much as they’d both just wrecked Rodney’s.
Rodney smiled at Teyla, that smile John always loved seeing on his face, and then pulled her into a hug. A real hug. He hugged John all the time (John loved watching them in the mirror, but only did it when he knew Rodney wasn’t looking and it so totally didn’t count), but John rarely got to see Rodney with somebody else. He almost wanted to step back and watch it now, but Rodney reached for him as well. John let himself be reeled in, put his chin on Rodney's shoulder, and realized again that he'd never be able to communicate how happy he was that Teyla was his friend and Rodney ... was his Rodney.
“I assume we’re going back to my room now, yes?” Rodney asked, and John looked down at his tented pants. Then he looked over at Teyla and the way she was eyeing them hungrily.
“I would be happy to, if I am invited,” Teyla said, looking slightly awkward - that was twice in one day; John was about to start keeping a record.
Rodney snorted. “Of course you are. That’s what we invited you for in the first place.” He kissed John briefly and headed for the door. John and Teyla smiled at each other and followed.
“Don’t think I won’t forget this, Colonel,” Rodney told him as they walked out of the room. “You upped the stakes and I’m more than ready to play. You’re going to get what you deserve - and then some.”
John wasn’t really that worried. After all, what could Rodney do that would top this?
Pairing: established John/Rodney with added Teyla for more flavor
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Rodney struggled a bit, but relaxed when it became clear he wasn’t going anywhere. "This wasn’t really what I was thinking when I said ‘threesome’."
Notes: A long ways back, shetiger wrote me a story where John comes across a tied up Rodney and has some fun. Almost a year later, I had a birthday, and she wrote me the sequel, where Rodney is gifted with a tied-up John, and has some fun himself. This is part three in the series, in which John ups the stakes.
I owe mega-thanks to synecdochic, who managed to get me writing again after barely writing anything at all for almost a year, and for forcibly removing her head from her giant WIP so that she could then trundle through my story and point out everything that was wrong. Any mistakes left in this are mine, mine, mine. lcsbanana gets props as well, for support, validation, and general awesomeness.
“You’ve improved,” Teyla said, skirts flaring as she whirled in a tight arc. “But you continue to lack focus.”
John would’ve answered her, but that meant talking and at the moment, all of his air was devoted to breathing - not panting - just breathing. He tracked her movements and as soon as she raised one of her sticks, attempted a counter-thrust. He ended up in his usual position: flat on his back; Teyla leaning over him with a smile a lesser person would’ve called smug.
“It’ll take a lot more than a beating with sticks to get him to improve his focus,” Rodney said dryly from the doorway.
Teyla touched her forehead to John’s and then pulled off gracefully, while John stayed on the floor and pretended Rodney hadn’t just seen him getting his ass kicked.
“Achieving focus takes much time and effort, Doctor,” she said to Rodney, while offering John her hand. He took it and stood up slowly, wincing at the various creaky noises his joints made as they popped.
“Yes, yes, I’m sure it does,” Rodney said with a smile that didn’t even pretend not to be smug. “Years of advanced schooling meant that I learned focus at a very young age, something I’m sure the Colonel here,” he spared John a quick glance, “knows nothing about.”
John grabbed a towel and strung it along the back of his neck, rubbing away the worst of the strain. He caught Teyla’s eye and they shared a look of amusement as Rodney went on about the stress of his degrees, training himself to exist on two hours of sleep out of every twelve, and something about lab assistants and blood that John really didn’t want to know about.
“So you’re saying you can focus in all situations?” John asked. He winked at Teyla and subtly moved until he was between Rodney and the exit.
Rodney stared at him. “Have you missed all of the times that I’ve had to save our asses in impossible circumstances? Being brilliant doesn’t just come naturally, you know. It takes practice.”
“And have you been practicing, Rodney?” Teyla said. John noticed that she’d moved as well, placing herself between Rodney and the locker room. That, plus the use of Rodney’s first name, was a sign that she was ready and willing to play along.
“Of course I’ve been practicing. Just this morning, I finished analyzing the last of the power fluctuations. Even after we ran out of coffee!”
“Quite an obstacle,” Teyla said gravely, as John quickly double-checked to make sure the room was empty and then mentally locked the doors.
The click was loud enough to jar Rodney out of his self-congratulatory mood. John smiled as Rodney looked around and noticed that he’d been firmly trapped between the two of them with no avenue of escape.
“I think you’ve forgotten that focus is more than just a mental thing,” John said, watching Rodney carefully; things could easily go in the wrong direction and he wanted to play this right.
“The Colonel is correct, Doctor,” Teyla said. “In order to achieve full focus, the mind and the body must be in balance.”
“I think my balance is just fine, but thank you very much for your concern.” Rodney started to back away from John, only to freeze as Teyla came up behind him and laid her stick gently across his throat.
John moved forward until Rodney was sandwiched between them. “What kind of team would we be if we didn’t help you practice?”
“John,” Rodney said quietly and twisted his head around toward Teyla, who removed her stick and stepped back.
“If I have pushed you into a position you did not wish for,” Teyla started, and whoa, she sounded more formal than ever, a sure sign that she was embarrassed. “That was not my intention.”
“No, no, it’s not that,” Rodney said absently. “It’s just, John, are you sure?”
They’d talked about this before, but it was one thing alone in their room; John sucking Rodney off, listening to Rodney’s broken words as he told John exactly what he wanted, and another thing entirely to have this for real.
They’d agreed that John would approach Teyla to see if she was interested - no harm, no foul if she wasn’t. John had finally managed to stammer through the proposal a few days ago, and they'd agreed: Rodney's room, after the next team movie night. He hadn't told Rodney yet. However, John had never been known for his impulse control, and with Rodney right here, between them and vulnerable, he wasn’t about to look a gift threesome in the mouth.
He leaned in and framed Rodney’s face in his hands. “I’m sure if you’re sure,” he said, and kissed Rodney softly, giving him the opportunity to pull away.
He could see the realization dawn on Rodney’s face, right before Rodney kissed him back. Rodney then turned to Teyla, catching both of her hands between his. “Please stay,” he said slowly. “I was just surprised.”
“Well then,” John said, moving back in for the kill and grinning at Teyla over Rodney’s shoulder, “remember not to lose your focus.”
“What -” Rodney started, but broke off when John tackled him full-length onto the mat. “Are you insane? My back is in bad enough shape already!”
John rolled his eyes and concentrated on holding Rodney down with his weight. “Feel free to join in,” he said to Teyla, and Teyla reached forward, pinning Rodney’s wrists to the mat with her hands, rendering him almost completely immobile.
Rodney struggled a bit, but relaxed when it became clear he wasn’t going anywhere. “This wasn’t really what I was thinking when I said ‘threesome’.”
“Oh, I’m sure it wasn’t,” John said. “But I bet you remember when I warned you about payback.
With that, Rodney’s eyes widened and he tensed back up. “That’s right,” John said pleasantly, and then turned his attention to Teyla. “Let’s just say that Rodney had a little too much fun when I got trapped back on the hive ship and now it’s his turn.”
“You deserved it!” Rodney told him. “I was only getting you back for what you did to me!”
“I’m surprised, Doctor McKay,” Teyla said, a smile playing across her lips. “Taking advantage of an innocent man in such a manner.”
Rodney twisted his head so he could encompass them both in his glare. “He started it.”
John ground down against him and watched Rodney’s eyes go blurry. “Hey, Teyla,” he said, deciding it was even more fun to talk to Teyla without addressing Rodney at all. “How long can you hold him like that?”
Teyla looked down at Rodney’s wrists flexing futilely in her grasp. “I do not anticipate any problems.”
“Great.” He made his way slowly down Rodney’s body, rubbing against as many sensitive spots as he could. “Keep him still while I take care of his pants.”
“This is so unfair,” Rodney said while John unzipped him. “I’d never have done this to you.”
“That’s why you need to practice your focus, McKay.” With that, John pulled Rodney’s pants and briefs as far down as he could without letting Rodney’s legs free. Rodney was already half-hard and looking more interested by the second; John couldn’t resist taking a quick lick on his way back up, smiling at Rodney’s gasp.
“I think Rodney needs to practice focusing while being distracted by other stimuli,” Teyla told him. John looked up at her and saw she was rhythmically pressing her thumbs over the pulse points on Rodney’s wrists.
John nodded and then leaned in and kissed Rodney; wet and messy. Rodney always tasted like Rodney, no matter what he’d been doing or eating; John loved it. He dragged his mouth away from Rodney’s for a painful second and lifted his hand toward Teyla. “Would you like to do the honors?”
“I would indeed,” Teyla said. This was all about Rodney, but John still couldn’t help squirming when Teyla began licking his palm, her tongue soft and wet and *agile*.
“Bitten off a bit more than you can chew, Colonel?” Rodney said mockingly. “I thought you were supposed to be focusing.”
John reached down and wrapped his palm around Rodney’s cock, giving it a few perfect strokes, listening to Rodney’s moans. “I think I’m focusing just fine,” he told Rodney, and then held still, keeping his grip tight without moving.
“You certainly don’t need to focus on being an asshole.” Rodney sounded like he was speaking through gritted teeth. “Next time you spar with Teyla, I hope she gives you the spanking you deserve.”
Speaking of Teyla…
John reached up and unzipped Rodney’s shirt, pulling the two halves open to expose his chest. “He called you Xena again last week,” he told Teyla conversationally.
Teyla transferred both of Rodney’s wrists into one hand and shook her head at Rodney. “You promised you would never do that again. Perhaps if we practice your focus, you will remember to treat others with respect.”
“His nipples are really sensitive,” John said. “He hates it when I use my fingers.”
Teyla paused with her hand above his chest. “Hates?” she asked, frowning.
“Oh, he loves it too,” John assured her. “He just hates admitting it.”
“You know, Teyla, you don’t have to do this,” Rodney said nervously. “Of course I respect you.”
“Yeah,” John told him, keeping his grip on Rodney’s cock just as tight and unmoving while Rodney’s hips twitched. “But now you’ll respect her a whole lot more.”
The second Teyla reached his nipples, circling them with her fingers and then flicking the tips, John began gliding his thumb over the head of Rodney’s cock, feeling it get slipperier with each new pass.
Rodney’s reaction didn’t disappoint. He squirmed and gasped and finally made a sound suspiciously close to a whimper.
“Remember to focus, Rodney,” John told him with mock seriousness. “You never know when it’ll mean the difference between life and death.”
Rodney panted and then narrowed his eyes. “If it means the difference between your life or death, I don’t think I need much practice.”
Teyla pinched a nipple and smiled when Rodney yelped. “Silence is the key to practicing your focus, Doctor. Perhaps you should work on that now.”
“I think you’re asking too much there, Teyla,” John said as he began jerking Rodney very slowly, keeping up the movement of his thumb.
Teyla smiled. “Then he should be glad he has me to assist.” She stopped playing with Rodney’s nipples and reached for one of the abandoned sticks beside her.
Rodney could barely talk through his gasping, but he made a valiant effort. “You’re not going to beat me with that, right?”
Teyla gently laid the stick across Rodney’s throat, and Rodney’s eyes widened as everything about him went still. Everything except for Rodney’s cock in John’s hand, which twitched so hard John almost lost his grip.
Oh god, Rodney liked it. Rodney *liked* it. John nearly came himself watching Rodney’s face and the convulsive way he tried to keep from swallowing.
“Is this too much for you?” Teyla inquired. “Or would you like even more.”
From the way Rodney’s thighs shook, John was pretty sure he wouldn’t mind more.
“I think you can give him a little more,” he told Teyla, and monitored Rodney’s reactions carefully.
The slight increase of pressure made Rodney tremble everywhere. John leaned down and licked across Rodney’s belly to feel the shivers. He dipped his tongue inside Rodney’s navel, something he knew always made Rodney squirm from ticklishness, except this time Rodney couldn’t laugh, couldn’t order him to stop, couldn’t do anything except lie there and take it.
Keeping up the action on Rodney’s cock while moving so he could whisper into Rodney’s ear was hard, but John managed to do it.
“Are you focusing yet, Rodney?” he asked in a low voice, tracing the shell with his tongue. Rodney whimpered quietly, and John grinned. He bit down on the soft lobe. “That’s why practice is so important. I’ll bet you never even knew you liked this.”
He gave the spot behind Rodney’s ear a brief suck and then lifted up his head. “Lighten it up a bit,” he told Teyla. “I’m going to make him come.” Rodney whimpered again and John met his eyes, seeing the mix of confusion, desire, need, and acceptance. “Just like this.”
He leaned up to give Teyla a brief kiss and then went back to watching Rodney’s face as he quickened the motion of his hand until he reached the speed that he knew always got Rodney off hard and fast.
John held Rodney down with his legs, held Rodney’s eyes with his stare, held Rodney’s cock as he pushed Rodney over the edge. He kissed Rodney as he came, muffling the noises he knew Rodney wouldn’t want anybody else to hear.
When it was over, he stroked Rodney one last time, coaxing out the last of the aftershocks. He licked the inside of Rodney’s mouth and pulled off regretfully.
Rodney looked destroyed. His mouth was red and swollen, he had a bite mark under his navel, and his thighs were striped with come. John couldn’t remember a time he’d ever been more turned on.
Up above him, Teyla was lightly sheened with sweat and breathing audibly, but she was smiling and leaning down to kiss the fading line she’d left on Rodney’s neck.
Rodney made a faint sound and pulled her into a real kiss, while John busied himself putting Rodney back together: zipping up his shirt, cleaning up his thighs, and pulling up his pants. Rodney reached out with his free hand and caught John’s arm, pulling John’s hand over to his mouth and kissing the palm.
“Well,” Teyla said, settling herself into a cross-legged position on the floor. “That was a new experience.”
There was a brief second of silence while they all met each other’s eyes and then they were all laughing, because it was funny and it had been fun and even hotter than any of them had suspected. John and Rodney had been worried about things becoming awkward, but this was *Teyla* and she was their teammate and one of their closest friends. It was impossible to feel awkward when they’d been through so much together.
“New is certainly one way to put it,” Rodney said, back to his usual level of smug. John had measured once; he had about ninety-seven seconds of non-smug post-coital Rodney and then all bets were off.
John stood up - even more creakily this time - and helped pull Rodney off the ground as well. He would’ve offered a hand to Teyla, but she hopped up with such ease that John entertained a brief fantasy of wrecking her cool as much as they’d both just wrecked Rodney’s.
Rodney smiled at Teyla, that smile John always loved seeing on his face, and then pulled her into a hug. A real hug. He hugged John all the time (John loved watching them in the mirror, but only did it when he knew Rodney wasn’t looking and it so totally didn’t count), but John rarely got to see Rodney with somebody else. He almost wanted to step back and watch it now, but Rodney reached for him as well. John let himself be reeled in, put his chin on Rodney's shoulder, and realized again that he'd never be able to communicate how happy he was that Teyla was his friend and Rodney ... was his Rodney.
“I assume we’re going back to my room now, yes?” Rodney asked, and John looked down at his tented pants. Then he looked over at Teyla and the way she was eyeing them hungrily.
“I would be happy to, if I am invited,” Teyla said, looking slightly awkward - that was twice in one day; John was about to start keeping a record.
Rodney snorted. “Of course you are. That’s what we invited you for in the first place.” He kissed John briefly and headed for the door. John and Teyla smiled at each other and followed.
“Don’t think I won’t forget this, Colonel,” Rodney told him as they walked out of the room. “You upped the stakes and I’m more than ready to play. You’re going to get what you deserve - and then some.”
John wasn’t really that worried. After all, what could Rodney do that would top this?