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Title: Everything is John’s Fault
Author: Elgatoneun
Pairing: McShep
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own Stargate Atlantis or any of its characters.
Spoilers: Everything up to Season 3 “Irresistible”
Summary: Wherein Rodney talks too much, feels unjustly persecuted and everything is John’s fault. Other than that, pretty much a PWP.
Author’s Notes: I wrote this because in my mind, Rodney wouldn’t do that.
Special thanks to ferret_kitty and zabbers for their wisdom, insight and input. Best betas ever. I'm the Miko to their Rodney and Zelenka, I just worship and obey.
Rodney stumbled into his room, the recriminating stares of Carson and Elizabeth still fresh in his mind. He shook his left foot free of the jacket he almost tripped over. It had probably been lying there since earlier this afternoon, when John had practically ripped it off of him.
“Hey, be careful,” was directed his way in a distinctly amused drawl.
Speak of the devil. Rodney’s answering glare took in all five feet and eleven inches of the lethally attractive nuisance that currently lounged on his bed.
Rodney sighed and bent down to pick up the clothes strewn in front of him.
“I thought you were going to clean up,” he huffed, irritated. Sheppard smiled lazily at him.
“But that was just a ruse,” John quirked one eyebrow at him. Rodney thought that it was terribly unfair for John to still be so attractive when he contorted his face into those manipulatively faux-innocent expressions. It just wasn’t fair. It was all John’s fault.
“This is all your fault.”
John slid over a of couple inches on the bed and patted the rumpled sheets by his side invitingly. This made Rodney even more irritated at the injustice of it all. Well, and horny. But mostly more irritated.
“You’re an asshole. They looked at me like I was some sort of creepy, slimy-” John pursed his lips thoughtfully, “as if I would be so unethical … stop that.”
Sheppard nodded while keeping that stupid expression on his face. Then he leaned back and shifted his legs just a little, tightening the material stretched across the crotch of his pants. It was like he was just offering himself. All spread out and glorious … fuck.
“Rodney, are you going to keep ranting at me, or are we going to get to the good stuff?” John waggled his eyebrows comically at him. It was disturbingly sexy. Stupid, hot Air Force Colonel.
Rodney was still mad, but he let his dick lead him to the bed. He let out a big put-upon sigh as he sat down and snuggled in next to John. He let his head rest against the wall. John immediately pounced on him.
Some of his anger dissipated as a clever tongue and soft mobile lips descended on that particularly sensitive spot on his throat. Oh God, yes, right there. A rumbly little moan escaped him.
“That’s it, that’s the good stuff,” John murmured. That voice was so full of smug self-satisfaction; it woke Rodney’s grievous sense of injury anew. He pushed John off of him. He smirked when he saw the disgruntled displeasure on that perfect face.
“I’m still mad at you.” He barely controlled the urge to stick his tongue out and cross his arms like a petulant five year old. Sheppard rolled his eyes and settled back on his haunches looking just shy of tolerant.
“It was your idea. How does that make it my fault?”
“Don’t try that type of logic on me. It won’t work. I’m a lot smarter than you.” Rodney sniffed a little and continued, “I wouldn’t have had to come up with anything if you hadn’t jumped me in the hallway, Mr. I Can’t Keep It in My Pants.” Rodney crossed his arms and lifted his chin self-righteously.
“I haven’t been able to touch you for five days, Rodney! Let’s see how you like it when you’ve got the worst case of blue balls because someone just happens to be a cock teasing hypochondriac.”
Rodney seethed at the implication, or rather, the outright accusation.
“I resent that.”
“What? That I called you a cock tease or a hypochondriac?”
Rodney had to think about that for a moment.
“Both.”
“Well, I resent it too. You put me off for five days. Just because I had a little cold.” Sheppard crossed his arms too, leveling him with such a wounded look. There was no way that Rodney was going to feel guilty. None whatsoever.
“Hey, you were germ infested. I’ve got to watch out for my health. This city and its inhabitants need me to be in top physical condition. I can’t afford to be incapacitated because of a perfectly avoidable health risk.”
Sheppard narrowed his eyes. Oh, that look did not bode well for him. Rodney instinctively moved back and hit the headboard.
“I get very congested, phlegmy coughing, with the most terrible sinus headaches. It’s not pretty. Plus, I suppose, I can be somewhat difficult when I am ill.”
“You? Difficult? No, really?” Rodney thought John’s overly incredulous tone was a tad overblown and not really necessary.
John moved forward and planted his hands into the bed on either side of Rodney. John smiled showing more teeth than usual. Rodney swallowed audibly. John’s smile widened.
“I don’t like it when you avoid me Rodney. And I was looking forward to a little comfort from my friend. Friends comfort each other,” said John with a provocative look from slightly lowered eyelashes. Oh man, it was that low husky drawl that brought to mind hot Southern nights and graciously open-minded women. Rodney was in so much trouble.
John’s tongue caressed the seam of Rodney’s lips slowly, intently. Rodney opened his mouth, letting that talented tongue inside. He lapped at it a little, trying to coax it in further. John pulled away, Rodney following until his back protested. He opened his eyes to see John smiling at him triumphantly. And he called Rodney a cocktease? It was the proverbial pot and kettle, the entire spectrum of cast iron cookware in fact.
“I didn’t get to kiss, or touch; do you know how bad it was for me?” John didn’t touch him, just hovered over Rodney, taking in his scent, breathing it in deeply as if he were savoring it.
Rodney, wisely, did not answer.
John crouched panther-like over him. He lowered his mouth until it was just next to Rodney’s ear.
“I was so desperate that I wanted to fuck you on the conference table in the debriefing this morning. God, just throw you down, bend you over and push into that sweet ass of yours until I came all over you, inside you. Let everybody watch you moan for me and only me, show them how hot I made you. Would you let me do that?” John nuzzled his nose softly against Rodney’s cheek as he let his words sink in.
Rodney was mesmerized and possibly drooling a little. His dick was so hard it hurt, confined and straining against his pants. Jesus, his throat was dry. He licked his lips nervously. John’s eyes focused on his mouth.
Rodney cleared his throat.
“You can’t just say things like that,” he protested. John answered by biting the fleshly lower part of his earlobe sharply. Holy fuck! That bite shot straight to his dick making it impossibly harder. His left hand wrapped around John’s neck and brought their heads together urgently, lips meeting clumsily, frantically. His mouth latched on to soft sinful lips and tongue, breathing in heat, want, John. He felt that lean, hard body-the one he’d been missing for days-pressing down wonderfully on his. Cocks rubbing together between two layers of clothing. John groaned into his mouth and Rodney swallowed it gratefully.
He was vaguely aware that a hand was busily working to open his pants and let his greedy cock free. That peripheral sensation slammed into center stage as his straining flesh was taken in hand - literally.
They had been doing this long enough for John to know every shortcut and hot spot on Rodney’s body to make him explode in an embarrassingly short amount of time. This time was no exception as Rodney gasped, then gulped in air and let himself go gratifyingly limp.
John let him cool down a little before reaching into the nightstand for the Kleenex. He was excruciatingly sensitive right after orgasm and appreciated John’s almost gentle handling. He felt the softness of the tissue wiping him clean. Rodney smiled lazily up at John, reveling in sleepy goodwill with all of humanity at that moment.
John cleared his throat meaningfully.
Rodney scrunched up his nose. He thought John had finally gotten over his cold yesterday. Rodney opened one eye, calculating the possibility that Sheppard might still be contagious. Sheppard flicked him on the nose with a thumb and forefinger. Ow.
“What?” Goodwill toward men, and one man in particular, evaporated at this rude interruption to post-coital bliss.
Sheppard wadded up the used tissues still in his hand. He tossed it in a carelessly athletic display. Rodney watched as that object flew unerringly into the wastebasket at the far side of the room. Rodney scowled on general principle.
He propped himself up onto his elbows. John took it as an invitation to dive into Rodney’s mouth with a sloppy open mouthed kiss. Rodney felt the outline of John’s hard cock, still tightly confined in John’s pants, as it thrust against his stomach urgently. Oh, right, Rodney had sort of forgotten about John’s needs in the hazy pleasure of his own release.
As generally happened during the most inopportune moments, Rodney was suddenly disturbed by a horrible thought.
“Wait a minute. I just thought of something,” it came out a little mumbled against busy lips that were doing wondrous things to Rodney’s mouth. John growled.
“No, no really. Didn’t Carson give you the inoculation right after you came back with Lucius in the jumper?” Rodney was almost sure of it. Carson hardly ever missed an opportunity to stick a needle into someone.
John’s answering ‘yes’ was breathed into his mouth almost desperately. That was very flattering. A sexually frustrated Colonel was doing really wonderful things to his ego. Ooh, and so were the hands. Rodney’s body was starting to respond again but his mind was still fixed on the problem that he had overlooked regarding Carson.
“Carson will figure it out. He’ll know I didn’t use the extract on you, or he’ll know that it shouldn’t work on you.” John sort of mumbled something, whether it was in agreement, he couldn’t tell. John seemed to be preoccupied with pushing up Rodney’s shirt.
“Would you pay attention for a minute? Carson is going to know, and then everybody will know. Oh, this is just perfect. I ruin my good name for nothing. If you hadn’t distracted me, I would have figured out that it was a bad plan. This is all your fault.”
“Would you quit saying that? Carson is not going to find out.” John bit out the words in frustration.
“And even if he does, it won’t matter. I’ve got something worse on him.”
Rodney perked up at that.
“What?”
“It’s kind of embarrassing.” Oh, better and better.
“Tell me.” Rodney sort of wriggled around a little, drawing an audible gasp from John. Rodney ran his hands down John’s back to his ass and grabbed hard, receiving another delicious moan for his efforts.
“I think he liked Lucius,” John panted out. Rodney snorted.
“Um, yeah. I think we all did. That was kind of the point.” It was a good thing John was so pretty, because sometimes …
“No, I mean, I think he liked Lucius.” John furrowed his eyebrows meaningfully.
Oh. Well, that made sense. It sort of put Carson’s strange behavior in the jumper bay into a whole new light and answered some of Rodney’s lingering questions.
“Did he say something to you in the jumper, when you kidnapped him?”
“I didn’t kidnap him, I …,” there was a rather significant pause as Sheppard searched for the appropriate word, “… convinced him into helping me save everybody on Atlantis.”
Sheppard seemed to employ his delusions fairly often as a coping mechanism.
“Okay. Whatever you need to tell yourself,” Rodney said noncommittally, waving a hand for John to continue. John looked distinctly uncomfortable.
“He really wanted to go back to Atlantis and Lucius. He was talking about needs and, um, it was just … I had to be really persuasive.” John squirmed a bit.
“How persuasive?” Rodney tightened his grip on John’s ass.
“Not like that, Rodney.” John said wryly. Rodney kneaded John’s cheeks soothingly after that confirmation. John sighed. “You know that thing where I yell at you a lot and pressure you to think up or do something to save the day?”
"Yes, that’s actually incredibly annoying.” Sheppard frowned at him.
“Well, it doesn’t work on Beckett.” Rodney nodded at him to continue. Sheppard’s frown deepened. “He started to cry. It was kind of traumatizing.”
“Well, obviously, you made Carson cry.”
“I meant for me.”
“After the first couple of times, not so much,” Rodney said philosophically.
“Yeah, I forgot who I was talking to for a minute.” Rodney retaliated with a slightly stinging smack to John’s left buttock.
John bit Rodney’s nipple and Rodney’s spine arched, pushing his partially revitalized cock against John’s covered one. John’s body ground down into him frantically, his teeth sinking into the tender flesh where Rodney’s neck connected to his shoulder.
John started to undulate sensually creating incredibly welcome friction. Rodney unzipped John partially, just enough to get his hand around the soft as velvet tip of John’s cock. He rubbed his thumb around it in a circular pattern, effectively lubricating the head with leaking pre-come. He did that for while until John moaned his frustration. Rodney captured John’s lips with his own for a deep kiss, tongues swirling in wet heat.
Rodney gently wrapped his fingers around John’s length, sliding his fist up and down slowly. He kept his thumb pressed along the sensitive underside of John’s cock knowing that it drove him crazy. He felt John go taut just before the shudders wracked his entire body; Rodney swallowed the whole symphony of moans that accompanied them. John let his body collapse bonelessly on top of Rodney.
An eternity later, John lifted himself off Rodney to a small degree.
“I missed this,” John said quietly.
“It was only a couple of days.” John stiffened, and not in the good way. Sometimes, Rodney wished he had that filter where his admittedly huge brain stopped the stupid things from coming out of his mouth.
Rodney immediately nipped at John’s lips contritely. John looked down at him apparently measuring his sincerity, and finally just slumped back down on him, presumably in forgiveness.
“You know,” Rodney started conversationally, “it figures. Carson is such a little girl. You should have seen him simpering at Lucius in the jumper, tossing his head coquettishly and fluttering his eyelashes.”
John looked at him balefully. Rodney didn’t really do the whole basking in the afterglow thing. Well, not usually.
“What were you doing in the jumper with Lucius?” John’s voice sounded a bit strange, sort of edgy.
“Uh, nothing. You know, Carson and I were just showing him some of the features, the HUD, the controls, stuff like that. Wow, but the way Carson was flirting with him. Completely shameless. He totally lied to Lucius about flying better than me! Lucius was obviously just humoring him.”
Rodney affected a high-pitched falsetto, “I invented the gene therapy.”
“Hm.” John’s voice held a flicker of irritation. He was probably just as unpleasantly surprised as Rodney at Carson’s very uncalled for behavior.
“God, and the handstand thing? Could he have been any more obvious? ‘Look at me, I’m so bendy and flexible.’”
“It sounds like you were jealous.” Okay, Rodney had definitely called that one wrong. How did Rodney tread into dangerous territory again? He backpedaled fast.
“No, no, absolutely not. Not at all, I mean, it’s not like Lucius really preferred Carson to me, I mean when you think about it …,” Rodney did not like that dark gleam in John’s eyes, “but you know, who cares, I was very happy for Carson and Lucius and Elizabeth, I didn’t mind one bit. Let the man ride the entire Atlantis Merry-Go-Round.”
Rodney took a breath. John still looked murderous. Rodney chewed on his lower lip worriedly.
“I just want to remind you that I was under evil mind control-okay, well maybe not mind control, but drugged, definitely drugged, not to be blamed for anything that I may or may not have done while not in my right mind or with my full consent. Not that there was anything that needed my consent.”
Rodney waited to see if he had soothed the surprisingly savage beast. His anxiety turned into annoyance when John grinned at him unrepentantly. Cocky bastard.
“Yes, I have nothing to be ashamed of, unlike others who shall remain nameless. Even though I had been sexually deprived for days. I’m rather proud of my self-restraint.”
And then Rodney remembered what he had been mad about in the first place, which seemed like a lifetime ago already. But Rodney was a champion grudge holder. How quickly the tides of misfortune turn.
“You, on the other hand. I thought you military types were trained to be in control at all times.”
“We are.” Sheppard said warily, braced for impact. He was probably too well-conditioned to Rodney’s mercurial mood swings to be truly taken off guard.
“Well, you couldn’t prove it by me. I can’t believe you attacked me, in broad daylight, outside the botanists’ labs.” Because the location just added to the mortification factor.
“I didn’t attack you. I just kissed you.” John insisted. Rodney leveled him with a disbelieving look.
“Okay, maybe I groped you, a little,” John shrugged. “Five days, Rodney.”
“Would you stop harping on that? I’m a genius, I can count you know.”
“Five Atlantean days, one hundred and forty-five hours, eight thousand seven hundred minutes, five hundred twenty-two thousand seconds.”
Rodney inhaled sharply.
“Don’t try and distract me. If you hadn’t gone into heat all of a sudden, I could have warned you about Private Gunderson-as it was, you gave him quite a show.” Rodney smirked since the occasion warranted it.
“I’ve heard this all before,” John said dismissively.
“Well, it bears repeating. You know, because of the sacrifices I’ve had to make to save your ass.”
“Excuse me? Sacrifices?” Rodney would remind John later that he looked stupid when he tried to look affronted. As it was, Rodney was incensed.
“Yes, sacrifices! How would you like it if your colleagues looked at you like you were some kind of sleazy date rapist? Someone that would drug a friend and teammate to take advantage of him? You didn’t see their faces. It was actually kind of insulting how quickly they drew that conclusion.” Rodney pouted.
It had been pretty embarrassing and it hurt.
His expression must have given away his thoughts because John patted his arm consolingly.
“You’re right, Rodney. I’m sorry. I really appreciate the sacrifice you made to save my career, to keep my position here intact. I’m very, very grateful.” John proceeded to show him just how grateful with a series of melting kisses along his jaw line and a soothing hand rubbing his back. Rodney appreciated the effort.
“Well, I guess you couldn’t help yourself.”
John kissed him, nipping playfully at his lower lip while nodding in agreement with Rodney’s statement.
“I’m pretty irresistible. And it had been a while.” His breath caught at the jolt of unexpected pleasure when John licked his Adam’s apple. That was kind of interesting. Rodney would have to experiment later to see if it was a John related dependent variable or a body part dependent variable.
“You couldn’t have known that Marine would stupidly confuse his shift detail. He’s only been here for the better half of a year, you’d think he’d get used to the time difference by now.”
“Actually, it was Private Metcalf, Gunderson patrols the armory on Wednesday afternoons.”
Rodney couldn’t be expected to know all of the personnel on Atlantis now, although …
“Metcalf, Metcalf … would this be the same private that just watched you haul Carson into the jumper bay and didn’t do anything about it?”
“Uh, yeah, I think so.”
“Not exactly a sterling example of the Few and the Proud. Or maybe that Marine is just scared of you,” Rodney postulated. John looked at him expectantly.
“I mean, he sees you dragging an unconscious Carson into the jumper bay, with obviously nefarious purposes in mind and sees you practically attacking me in the halls. Maybe he thinks his CO is some kind of deviant sexual predator, he was probably hoping that sacrificing the scientists would keep your dark urges satisfied. Seems pretty cowardly for you soldier types.” Rodney said gleefully.
“The plan was for him to think that you put the mojo whammy on me. I thought he was supposed to realize that I was under the influence and that,” John contorted his eyebrows elaborately, “you were going to have your evil way with me,” this was finished with an exaggerated leer and innocently wide open eyes.
“Well, yes, but regardless, the default No Course of Action Taken when People are Being Molested doesn’t exactly inspire me with the utmost confidence. You know, the quality of security personnel has really gone downhill since Bates left.”
“Rodney?”
“Yes?”
“Shut up.”
“It was just an observation.” Sheppard could be really sensitive sometimes.
John shut him up with a kiss and kept Rodney’s mouth busy for the better part of an hour.
“Hey, Rodney?” John’s words were muffled slightly, his head resting on the crook of Rodney’s shoulder.
“Yes?”
“Thanks.” John’s tongue made a gentle sweep of Rodney’s skin.
Rodney felt a little tickle at the back of his throat and let out a ferocious sneeze.
The silence permeated the room. He felt John’s smile against his neck.
“I hate you.”
Author: Elgatoneun
Pairing: McShep
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own Stargate Atlantis or any of its characters.
Spoilers: Everything up to Season 3 “Irresistible”
Summary: Wherein Rodney talks too much, feels unjustly persecuted and everything is John’s fault. Other than that, pretty much a PWP.
Author’s Notes: I wrote this because in my mind, Rodney wouldn’t do that.
Special thanks to ferret_kitty and zabbers for their wisdom, insight and input. Best betas ever. I'm the Miko to their Rodney and Zelenka, I just worship and obey.
Rodney stumbled into his room, the recriminating stares of Carson and Elizabeth still fresh in his mind. He shook his left foot free of the jacket he almost tripped over. It had probably been lying there since earlier this afternoon, when John had practically ripped it off of him.
“Hey, be careful,” was directed his way in a distinctly amused drawl.
Speak of the devil. Rodney’s answering glare took in all five feet and eleven inches of the lethally attractive nuisance that currently lounged on his bed.
Rodney sighed and bent down to pick up the clothes strewn in front of him.
“I thought you were going to clean up,” he huffed, irritated. Sheppard smiled lazily at him.
“But that was just a ruse,” John quirked one eyebrow at him. Rodney thought that it was terribly unfair for John to still be so attractive when he contorted his face into those manipulatively faux-innocent expressions. It just wasn’t fair. It was all John’s fault.
“This is all your fault.”
John slid over a of couple inches on the bed and patted the rumpled sheets by his side invitingly. This made Rodney even more irritated at the injustice of it all. Well, and horny. But mostly more irritated.
“You’re an asshole. They looked at me like I was some sort of creepy, slimy-” John pursed his lips thoughtfully, “as if I would be so unethical … stop that.”
Sheppard nodded while keeping that stupid expression on his face. Then he leaned back and shifted his legs just a little, tightening the material stretched across the crotch of his pants. It was like he was just offering himself. All spread out and glorious … fuck.
“Rodney, are you going to keep ranting at me, or are we going to get to the good stuff?” John waggled his eyebrows comically at him. It was disturbingly sexy. Stupid, hot Air Force Colonel.
Rodney was still mad, but he let his dick lead him to the bed. He let out a big put-upon sigh as he sat down and snuggled in next to John. He let his head rest against the wall. John immediately pounced on him.
Some of his anger dissipated as a clever tongue and soft mobile lips descended on that particularly sensitive spot on his throat. Oh God, yes, right there. A rumbly little moan escaped him.
“That’s it, that’s the good stuff,” John murmured. That voice was so full of smug self-satisfaction; it woke Rodney’s grievous sense of injury anew. He pushed John off of him. He smirked when he saw the disgruntled displeasure on that perfect face.
“I’m still mad at you.” He barely controlled the urge to stick his tongue out and cross his arms like a petulant five year old. Sheppard rolled his eyes and settled back on his haunches looking just shy of tolerant.
“It was your idea. How does that make it my fault?”
“Don’t try that type of logic on me. It won’t work. I’m a lot smarter than you.” Rodney sniffed a little and continued, “I wouldn’t have had to come up with anything if you hadn’t jumped me in the hallway, Mr. I Can’t Keep It in My Pants.” Rodney crossed his arms and lifted his chin self-righteously.
“I haven’t been able to touch you for five days, Rodney! Let’s see how you like it when you’ve got the worst case of blue balls because someone just happens to be a cock teasing hypochondriac.”
Rodney seethed at the implication, or rather, the outright accusation.
“I resent that.”
“What? That I called you a cock tease or a hypochondriac?”
Rodney had to think about that for a moment.
“Both.”
“Well, I resent it too. You put me off for five days. Just because I had a little cold.” Sheppard crossed his arms too, leveling him with such a wounded look. There was no way that Rodney was going to feel guilty. None whatsoever.
“Hey, you were germ infested. I’ve got to watch out for my health. This city and its inhabitants need me to be in top physical condition. I can’t afford to be incapacitated because of a perfectly avoidable health risk.”
Sheppard narrowed his eyes. Oh, that look did not bode well for him. Rodney instinctively moved back and hit the headboard.
“I get very congested, phlegmy coughing, with the most terrible sinus headaches. It’s not pretty. Plus, I suppose, I can be somewhat difficult when I am ill.”
“You? Difficult? No, really?” Rodney thought John’s overly incredulous tone was a tad overblown and not really necessary.
John moved forward and planted his hands into the bed on either side of Rodney. John smiled showing more teeth than usual. Rodney swallowed audibly. John’s smile widened.
“I don’t like it when you avoid me Rodney. And I was looking forward to a little comfort from my friend. Friends comfort each other,” said John with a provocative look from slightly lowered eyelashes. Oh man, it was that low husky drawl that brought to mind hot Southern nights and graciously open-minded women. Rodney was in so much trouble.
John’s tongue caressed the seam of Rodney’s lips slowly, intently. Rodney opened his mouth, letting that talented tongue inside. He lapped at it a little, trying to coax it in further. John pulled away, Rodney following until his back protested. He opened his eyes to see John smiling at him triumphantly. And he called Rodney a cocktease? It was the proverbial pot and kettle, the entire spectrum of cast iron cookware in fact.
“I didn’t get to kiss, or touch; do you know how bad it was for me?” John didn’t touch him, just hovered over Rodney, taking in his scent, breathing it in deeply as if he were savoring it.
Rodney, wisely, did not answer.
John crouched panther-like over him. He lowered his mouth until it was just next to Rodney’s ear.
“I was so desperate that I wanted to fuck you on the conference table in the debriefing this morning. God, just throw you down, bend you over and push into that sweet ass of yours until I came all over you, inside you. Let everybody watch you moan for me and only me, show them how hot I made you. Would you let me do that?” John nuzzled his nose softly against Rodney’s cheek as he let his words sink in.
Rodney was mesmerized and possibly drooling a little. His dick was so hard it hurt, confined and straining against his pants. Jesus, his throat was dry. He licked his lips nervously. John’s eyes focused on his mouth.
Rodney cleared his throat.
“You can’t just say things like that,” he protested. John answered by biting the fleshly lower part of his earlobe sharply. Holy fuck! That bite shot straight to his dick making it impossibly harder. His left hand wrapped around John’s neck and brought their heads together urgently, lips meeting clumsily, frantically. His mouth latched on to soft sinful lips and tongue, breathing in heat, want, John. He felt that lean, hard body-the one he’d been missing for days-pressing down wonderfully on his. Cocks rubbing together between two layers of clothing. John groaned into his mouth and Rodney swallowed it gratefully.
He was vaguely aware that a hand was busily working to open his pants and let his greedy cock free. That peripheral sensation slammed into center stage as his straining flesh was taken in hand - literally.
They had been doing this long enough for John to know every shortcut and hot spot on Rodney’s body to make him explode in an embarrassingly short amount of time. This time was no exception as Rodney gasped, then gulped in air and let himself go gratifyingly limp.
John let him cool down a little before reaching into the nightstand for the Kleenex. He was excruciatingly sensitive right after orgasm and appreciated John’s almost gentle handling. He felt the softness of the tissue wiping him clean. Rodney smiled lazily up at John, reveling in sleepy goodwill with all of humanity at that moment.
John cleared his throat meaningfully.
Rodney scrunched up his nose. He thought John had finally gotten over his cold yesterday. Rodney opened one eye, calculating the possibility that Sheppard might still be contagious. Sheppard flicked him on the nose with a thumb and forefinger. Ow.
“What?” Goodwill toward men, and one man in particular, evaporated at this rude interruption to post-coital bliss.
Sheppard wadded up the used tissues still in his hand. He tossed it in a carelessly athletic display. Rodney watched as that object flew unerringly into the wastebasket at the far side of the room. Rodney scowled on general principle.
He propped himself up onto his elbows. John took it as an invitation to dive into Rodney’s mouth with a sloppy open mouthed kiss. Rodney felt the outline of John’s hard cock, still tightly confined in John’s pants, as it thrust against his stomach urgently. Oh, right, Rodney had sort of forgotten about John’s needs in the hazy pleasure of his own release.
As generally happened during the most inopportune moments, Rodney was suddenly disturbed by a horrible thought.
“Wait a minute. I just thought of something,” it came out a little mumbled against busy lips that were doing wondrous things to Rodney’s mouth. John growled.
“No, no really. Didn’t Carson give you the inoculation right after you came back with Lucius in the jumper?” Rodney was almost sure of it. Carson hardly ever missed an opportunity to stick a needle into someone.
John’s answering ‘yes’ was breathed into his mouth almost desperately. That was very flattering. A sexually frustrated Colonel was doing really wonderful things to his ego. Ooh, and so were the hands. Rodney’s body was starting to respond again but his mind was still fixed on the problem that he had overlooked regarding Carson.
“Carson will figure it out. He’ll know I didn’t use the extract on you, or he’ll know that it shouldn’t work on you.” John sort of mumbled something, whether it was in agreement, he couldn’t tell. John seemed to be preoccupied with pushing up Rodney’s shirt.
“Would you pay attention for a minute? Carson is going to know, and then everybody will know. Oh, this is just perfect. I ruin my good name for nothing. If you hadn’t distracted me, I would have figured out that it was a bad plan. This is all your fault.”
“Would you quit saying that? Carson is not going to find out.” John bit out the words in frustration.
“And even if he does, it won’t matter. I’ve got something worse on him.”
Rodney perked up at that.
“What?”
“It’s kind of embarrassing.” Oh, better and better.
“Tell me.” Rodney sort of wriggled around a little, drawing an audible gasp from John. Rodney ran his hands down John’s back to his ass and grabbed hard, receiving another delicious moan for his efforts.
“I think he liked Lucius,” John panted out. Rodney snorted.
“Um, yeah. I think we all did. That was kind of the point.” It was a good thing John was so pretty, because sometimes …
“No, I mean, I think he liked Lucius.” John furrowed his eyebrows meaningfully.
Oh. Well, that made sense. It sort of put Carson’s strange behavior in the jumper bay into a whole new light and answered some of Rodney’s lingering questions.
“Did he say something to you in the jumper, when you kidnapped him?”
“I didn’t kidnap him, I …,” there was a rather significant pause as Sheppard searched for the appropriate word, “… convinced him into helping me save everybody on Atlantis.”
Sheppard seemed to employ his delusions fairly often as a coping mechanism.
“Okay. Whatever you need to tell yourself,” Rodney said noncommittally, waving a hand for John to continue. John looked distinctly uncomfortable.
“He really wanted to go back to Atlantis and Lucius. He was talking about needs and, um, it was just … I had to be really persuasive.” John squirmed a bit.
“How persuasive?” Rodney tightened his grip on John’s ass.
“Not like that, Rodney.” John said wryly. Rodney kneaded John’s cheeks soothingly after that confirmation. John sighed. “You know that thing where I yell at you a lot and pressure you to think up or do something to save the day?”
"Yes, that’s actually incredibly annoying.” Sheppard frowned at him.
“Well, it doesn’t work on Beckett.” Rodney nodded at him to continue. Sheppard’s frown deepened. “He started to cry. It was kind of traumatizing.”
“Well, obviously, you made Carson cry.”
“I meant for me.”
“After the first couple of times, not so much,” Rodney said philosophically.
“Yeah, I forgot who I was talking to for a minute.” Rodney retaliated with a slightly stinging smack to John’s left buttock.
John bit Rodney’s nipple and Rodney’s spine arched, pushing his partially revitalized cock against John’s covered one. John’s body ground down into him frantically, his teeth sinking into the tender flesh where Rodney’s neck connected to his shoulder.
John started to undulate sensually creating incredibly welcome friction. Rodney unzipped John partially, just enough to get his hand around the soft as velvet tip of John’s cock. He rubbed his thumb around it in a circular pattern, effectively lubricating the head with leaking pre-come. He did that for while until John moaned his frustration. Rodney captured John’s lips with his own for a deep kiss, tongues swirling in wet heat.
Rodney gently wrapped his fingers around John’s length, sliding his fist up and down slowly. He kept his thumb pressed along the sensitive underside of John’s cock knowing that it drove him crazy. He felt John go taut just before the shudders wracked his entire body; Rodney swallowed the whole symphony of moans that accompanied them. John let his body collapse bonelessly on top of Rodney.
An eternity later, John lifted himself off Rodney to a small degree.
“I missed this,” John said quietly.
“It was only a couple of days.” John stiffened, and not in the good way. Sometimes, Rodney wished he had that filter where his admittedly huge brain stopped the stupid things from coming out of his mouth.
Rodney immediately nipped at John’s lips contritely. John looked down at him apparently measuring his sincerity, and finally just slumped back down on him, presumably in forgiveness.
“You know,” Rodney started conversationally, “it figures. Carson is such a little girl. You should have seen him simpering at Lucius in the jumper, tossing his head coquettishly and fluttering his eyelashes.”
John looked at him balefully. Rodney didn’t really do the whole basking in the afterglow thing. Well, not usually.
“What were you doing in the jumper with Lucius?” John’s voice sounded a bit strange, sort of edgy.
“Uh, nothing. You know, Carson and I were just showing him some of the features, the HUD, the controls, stuff like that. Wow, but the way Carson was flirting with him. Completely shameless. He totally lied to Lucius about flying better than me! Lucius was obviously just humoring him.”
Rodney affected a high-pitched falsetto, “I invented the gene therapy.”
“Hm.” John’s voice held a flicker of irritation. He was probably just as unpleasantly surprised as Rodney at Carson’s very uncalled for behavior.
“God, and the handstand thing? Could he have been any more obvious? ‘Look at me, I’m so bendy and flexible.’”
“It sounds like you were jealous.” Okay, Rodney had definitely called that one wrong. How did Rodney tread into dangerous territory again? He backpedaled fast.
“No, no, absolutely not. Not at all, I mean, it’s not like Lucius really preferred Carson to me, I mean when you think about it …,” Rodney did not like that dark gleam in John’s eyes, “but you know, who cares, I was very happy for Carson and Lucius and Elizabeth, I didn’t mind one bit. Let the man ride the entire Atlantis Merry-Go-Round.”
Rodney took a breath. John still looked murderous. Rodney chewed on his lower lip worriedly.
“I just want to remind you that I was under evil mind control-okay, well maybe not mind control, but drugged, definitely drugged, not to be blamed for anything that I may or may not have done while not in my right mind or with my full consent. Not that there was anything that needed my consent.”
Rodney waited to see if he had soothed the surprisingly savage beast. His anxiety turned into annoyance when John grinned at him unrepentantly. Cocky bastard.
“Yes, I have nothing to be ashamed of, unlike others who shall remain nameless. Even though I had been sexually deprived for days. I’m rather proud of my self-restraint.”
And then Rodney remembered what he had been mad about in the first place, which seemed like a lifetime ago already. But Rodney was a champion grudge holder. How quickly the tides of misfortune turn.
“You, on the other hand. I thought you military types were trained to be in control at all times.”
“We are.” Sheppard said warily, braced for impact. He was probably too well-conditioned to Rodney’s mercurial mood swings to be truly taken off guard.
“Well, you couldn’t prove it by me. I can’t believe you attacked me, in broad daylight, outside the botanists’ labs.” Because the location just added to the mortification factor.
“I didn’t attack you. I just kissed you.” John insisted. Rodney leveled him with a disbelieving look.
“Okay, maybe I groped you, a little,” John shrugged. “Five days, Rodney.”
“Would you stop harping on that? I’m a genius, I can count you know.”
“Five Atlantean days, one hundred and forty-five hours, eight thousand seven hundred minutes, five hundred twenty-two thousand seconds.”
Rodney inhaled sharply.
“Don’t try and distract me. If you hadn’t gone into heat all of a sudden, I could have warned you about Private Gunderson-as it was, you gave him quite a show.” Rodney smirked since the occasion warranted it.
“I’ve heard this all before,” John said dismissively.
“Well, it bears repeating. You know, because of the sacrifices I’ve had to make to save your ass.”
“Excuse me? Sacrifices?” Rodney would remind John later that he looked stupid when he tried to look affronted. As it was, Rodney was incensed.
“Yes, sacrifices! How would you like it if your colleagues looked at you like you were some kind of sleazy date rapist? Someone that would drug a friend and teammate to take advantage of him? You didn’t see their faces. It was actually kind of insulting how quickly they drew that conclusion.” Rodney pouted.
It had been pretty embarrassing and it hurt.
His expression must have given away his thoughts because John patted his arm consolingly.
“You’re right, Rodney. I’m sorry. I really appreciate the sacrifice you made to save my career, to keep my position here intact. I’m very, very grateful.” John proceeded to show him just how grateful with a series of melting kisses along his jaw line and a soothing hand rubbing his back. Rodney appreciated the effort.
“Well, I guess you couldn’t help yourself.”
John kissed him, nipping playfully at his lower lip while nodding in agreement with Rodney’s statement.
“I’m pretty irresistible. And it had been a while.” His breath caught at the jolt of unexpected pleasure when John licked his Adam’s apple. That was kind of interesting. Rodney would have to experiment later to see if it was a John related dependent variable or a body part dependent variable.
“You couldn’t have known that Marine would stupidly confuse his shift detail. He’s only been here for the better half of a year, you’d think he’d get used to the time difference by now.”
“Actually, it was Private Metcalf, Gunderson patrols the armory on Wednesday afternoons.”
Rodney couldn’t be expected to know all of the personnel on Atlantis now, although …
“Metcalf, Metcalf … would this be the same private that just watched you haul Carson into the jumper bay and didn’t do anything about it?”
“Uh, yeah, I think so.”
“Not exactly a sterling example of the Few and the Proud. Or maybe that Marine is just scared of you,” Rodney postulated. John looked at him expectantly.
“I mean, he sees you dragging an unconscious Carson into the jumper bay, with obviously nefarious purposes in mind and sees you practically attacking me in the halls. Maybe he thinks his CO is some kind of deviant sexual predator, he was probably hoping that sacrificing the scientists would keep your dark urges satisfied. Seems pretty cowardly for you soldier types.” Rodney said gleefully.
“The plan was for him to think that you put the mojo whammy on me. I thought he was supposed to realize that I was under the influence and that,” John contorted his eyebrows elaborately, “you were going to have your evil way with me,” this was finished with an exaggerated leer and innocently wide open eyes.
“Well, yes, but regardless, the default No Course of Action Taken when People are Being Molested doesn’t exactly inspire me with the utmost confidence. You know, the quality of security personnel has really gone downhill since Bates left.”
“Rodney?”
“Yes?”
“Shut up.”
“It was just an observation.” Sheppard could be really sensitive sometimes.
John shut him up with a kiss and kept Rodney’s mouth busy for the better part of an hour.
“Hey, Rodney?” John’s words were muffled slightly, his head resting on the crook of Rodney’s shoulder.
“Yes?”
“Thanks.” John’s tongue made a gentle sweep of Rodney’s skin.
Rodney felt a little tickle at the back of his throat and let out a ferocious sneeze.
The silence permeated the room. He felt John’s smile against his neck.
“I hate you.”