Fic: Hologram Room-Day 8 of Sex on the Fly
Hologram room-Day 8 of Sex on the Fly
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They’re not mine; I’m just playing with them.
Word count: 1,339
Summary: “Who cares?” John said as he pulled Rodney’s shirt over his head and threw it on the floor. “All that matters is that no one’s here.”
Warning: Voyeurism
Big thank you to shansgrl for the beta! And apologies to goddess47 for posting this before I got her beta back. I promise to use your beta suggestions as well as shansgrl's for tomorrow's fic!
John groaned and pressed Rodney’s back against the panel on the wall.
“What is this place?” Rodney asked as John attacked his shirt.
“Who cares?” John said as he pulled Rodney’s shirt over his head and threw it on the floor. “All that matters is that no one’s here.”
“Well, that’s not *all* that matters,” Rodney said.
John cupped his hand over the front of Rodney’s pants and gave him a squeeze.
“Ok you’re right,” Rodney corrected quickly, “that is all that matters.” He pressed his lips to John’s and began unbuttoning his pants.
The heat in the room seemed to rise as both men broke apart and began shedding their clothes in record speed.
Then it was Rodney who pressed John into the wall.
“Ow,” John said when his back hit something hard.
“Sorry,” Rodney breathed and they moved to their right.
The room filled with a soft humming sound and the section of the floor they were standing on began to glow.
“What’s that?” John asked.
“Doesn’t matter,” Rodney said and moved his mouth to John’s ear.
~*~
“Why are we going to the hologram room?” Ronon asked as he and Teyla walked down the hall toward the room.
“I have lived with the humans for several years now and I know that they will be more willing to go on a mission to a planet that is unknown to them if we have information about that planet,” Teyla replied.
“Don’t you need a gene like Sheppard’s to make it work?” Ronon asked as they stepped into the room.
The lights came on automatically and Teyla stepped toward the platform.
“Once the room has been activated by a gene carrier anyone can use it, and it was activated long ago.”
“Doesn’t it take a lot of power?”
“Yes, but now that the city has a fully charged ZPM it should not appear as a warning on the monitors.”
“Alright,” Ronon said, “But if we get in trouble it was your idea.”
“Is this Ronon shying away from authority?” Teyla asked lightly as she stepped onto the platform.
“No but… um-” He stopped short when the image appeared in front of them. “That doesn’t look like an ancient woman.”
Teyla looked away from Ronon and her smile disappeared when she saw what Ronon was looking at.
“That is most certainly not an ancestor,” she agreed.
“That’s Sheppard and McKay,” Ronon pointed out. “And they’re…”
Teyla stepped off the platform but the image didn’t fade.
Ronon tilted his head to the side and chuckled. “Wow,” he said. “They’re really going at it.”
“We should not be watching this,” Teyla said, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from John and Rodney’s naked bodies pressed together, their hips sliding back and forth against one another’s. The room was filled with the sound of frantic excited breathing and deep grunts.
John lowered his hands to Rodney’s ass and pulled him closer; his index finger disappeared between Rodney’s cheeks and Rodney groaned John’s name.
“Oh, John,” Rodney growled, “you make me so hot.”
“Talk to me, Rodney,” John said and lowered his mouth to Rodney’s neck.
“I think about you, John,” Rodney said as his hips continued thrusting against John’s. “When I’m in the lab, I think about you in your office, touching yourself.”
John groaned against Rodney’s neck and pushed his finger into Rodney’s ass a little further.
“Ahhh,” Rodney sighed. “I imagine your hand on your cock, your thumb running over the head. Your hips bucking up as you jerk off to images of me in your mind.”
John’s breathing was picking up and the exhales were coming out as hummed moans. John was sucking on Rodney’s neck and making soft smacking sounds as their thrusting caused his mouth to lose contact with Rodney’s skin.
“I imagine walking in on you; your head leaning back on your chair, your legs spread wide, your cock standing proudly between your legs as your hand moves up and down from the base to the head.”
John grunted and pulled his head away from Rodney’s neck. “Oh god, Rodney, keep going,” he breathed.
“I’d walk over to you but you wouldn’t see me because your eyes are closed, I’d kneel down and pull your hand away, then I’d lick you. I’d lick the head of your cock like a lollipop, I’d run my tongue over the slit tasting the salty liquid and you’d moan and arch into me.”
John was sucking in short breaths as his hips bucked faster against Rodney’s.
“Then I’d take your balls into my mouth and suck hard, driving you insane with my tongue and you’d run your fingers through my hair and groan my name.
“Unh, Rodney,” John groaned.
“Oh yeah,” Rodney breathed and dug his fingers into John’s hips. “Just like that.”
“Don’t stop,” John pleaded.
“I’d take you into my mouth, my lips massaging your dick as I sucked you in deeper, deeper, until you were rubbing my tonsils.”
“Unh, unh, unh,” John grunted over and over as he bit his lower lip.
“Oh shit, John,” Rodney said and thrust harder against John.
“Then… I’d… come…” John panted. “I’d come… in… your mouth… and you’d… swallow… your throat would… work over my dick… draining me dry.”
John gasped in a breath and stiffened against Rodney, grunting hard. A moment later Rodney stiffened as well.
~*~
Teyla laid a hand on her heaving chest as she watched her team mates rest in each other’s arms. She’d watched them come, seen it drip from between them and land in a small puddle on the floor. She’d heard Ronon growling softly beside her and momentarily wondered if sex with Ronon would be as enjoyable as the sex between John and Rodney seemed to be. She blew out a breath and turned toward Ronon, he was sweating and flushed and his loose pants did nothing to hide his erection.
Ronon looked at her when he realized she was looking at him. “I never would have thought Sheppard got off on dirty talk,” he said.
Teyla collected herself and nodded. “I would not have believed that Rodney was capable of such talk.”
She turned back to the image of John and Rodney simply because she couldn’t keep her eyes from being drawn to the bulge in the front of Ronon’s pants.
John had his dark hands on Rodney’s fair face and Rodney’s hands were resting on John’s shoulders. They were kissing and it seemed to be the most passionate and loving kiss she had seen since her parents had died.
“I think what they just did is against Sheppard’s military rules,” Ronon said.
“I do not believe there should be a rule against loving someone,” Teyla replied as she continued watching the kiss.
John pulled away from Rodney and smiled at him. “Ready for some lunch?” he asked.
“Mmm,” Rodney replied. “I’m thinking shower, then lunch.”
“Good plan,” John said.
The image disappeared when John and Rodney began walking.
“We will speak of this to no one,” Teyla commanded.
~*~
John turned and looked back as the floor stopped glowing and the room fell silent as the humming stopped. “Weird,” he said. “I wonder what that was.”
Rodney shrugged and buttoned his pants. “I’ll check it out later.”
John pulled on his tee shirt and the planted a soft kiss on Rodney’s lips and they walked toward the door.
“Is that really a fantasy of yours?” he asked.
Rodney smiled and walked out of the room.
“Rodney,” John said as he followed him. “Is it?”
Rodney said nothing as he walked toward the transporter.
“You’re not going to tell me, are you?” John asked as they stepped in and Rodney pushed the dot closest to the living quarters.
“Rodney?” John was almost pleading now as they walked down the hall toward Rodney’s room.
Rodney stopped at his door and looked at John. “Maybe you’ll find out one day.” He smiled and stepped into his room cutting himself off from John’s view.
FIN