Fic: Under a Console-Day 9 of Sex on the Fly rated R
Under a Console-Day 9 of Sex on the Fly
Word Count: 844
Rating: R
Disclaimer: They’re not mine; I’m just playing with them.
Summary: This wasn’t exactly what John had in mind when he agreed to assist Rodney in making a few adjustments to some of the equipment in the control room, not that he was complaining.
Warning: Public Sex
Thank you and Thank you to shansgrl AND goddess47 for the beta!
John bit his lip and tried to act normal, but that was a nearly impossible task when Rodney had his hot, talented mouth around his cock. This wasn’t exactly what John had in mind when he agreed to assist Rodney in making a few adjustments to some of the equipment in the control room, not that he was complaining. He’d never complain when Rodney took the initiative, because Rodney really did have some of the best ideas. And when it came to sex, he was always thinking of something new. John often marveled that he had found his perfect partner, after so many failed relationships and one nagging and whining wife. He found everything he wanted in a man in another galaxy.
He pulled in a deep breath and forced it to come out normally, he’d already had a few questioning glances from Chuck and a suspicious ‘Are you alright, Colonel?’ from Amelia.
Rodney had his tight lips sliding up and down the shaft of John’s dick, his tongue sliding over the head and pressing on the slit with the tip. His fingers were massaging John’s balls, while the fingers of the other hand kneaded his thigh muscle.
John gripped the edge of the console and held his breath in an attempt to keep the grunt inside.
He gently rolled his hips forward in his chair and gripped the arms.
Rodney sucked harder and lightly grazed his teeth under the head. John grunted and bucked forward, then smiled when Chuck and Amelia looked over at him.
John could feel water building behind his eyes as he worked hard to act normal. He wanted to grab Rodney’s shoulders, or run his fingers through his hair, or pull him up, press him against the wall and fuck his brains out.
“Colonel,” Woolsey said as he walked over to the console.
“Hey,” John replied, not trusting himself to say more than that.
“What are you doing up here? You’re usually not in the control room without your team,” Woolsey commented as he leaned against the console.
John took a deep breath. “Rodney asked me to help him make a few adjustments,” John said quickly.
Woolsey bent to look under the console.
“NO!” John shouted. Woolsey stood up and glared at him.
“The last person who interrupted Rodney almost got his head bitten off.” He took a deep breath as Rodney increased the suction again. “He… um-” his breathing was quickening and he couldn’t control it. “He’ll be done in a minute, I’m sure.”
“Are you alright, Colonel Sheppard?” Woolsey asked. “You look a little flushed.”
“No, I’m fine,” John replied. “It’s just a little hot in here.”
Rodney pulled harder on John’s dick and John sucked his lips in his mouth and bit down hard.
“It feels alright to me,” Woolsey said.
“Me too,” Chuck said gleefully, “I’m actually quite comfortable. How about you Amelia?”
“It’s a little chilly for my tastes,” she laughed.
John narrowed his eyes at the pair. He hadn’t been completely sure if they knew what was going on before, he thought maybe he was a better actor than he thought, but now he knew they knew and he was going to get back at them both, somehow.
“Maybe I’m coming down with something then,” He suggested and gasped in a breath as Rodney sucked hard on the head of his dick. He forced out a fake cough, hacking and pounding his fist on his chest.
“Maybe you should go see Dr. Keller,” Woolsey suggested.
“Yeah, as soon as Rodney’s done… um, with his adjustments. I wouldn’t want to walk away from him right now,” John stuttered.
“Right,” Woolsey drawled and John couldn’t remember if he’d ever heard Woolsey use that tone before. He glared at Woolsey’s back as he walked back toward his office.
“Shut up!” John commanded when Chuck and Amelia began chuckling softly.
Rodney gave John’s balls another squeeze and John leaned his head back in the chair. Chuck and Amelia were the only other people in the room and they apparently already knew what was going on, so there was no reason to stand on pretense any longer. He stared up at the ceiling and chewed on his lips as he rocked up into Rodney’s mouth as discreetly as possible. He pulled in a deep breath and held it as he came, spraying Rodney’s mouth with his seed.
Rodney swallowed and pulled off of John with a soft pop. He tucked John back into his pants and buttoned the fly before crawling out from under the console.
“That should do it.” Rodney absently licked his lips.
John smirked when Amelia flushed and turned away.
“Come on,” Rodney said and stood up, “I’ve been meaning to make some adjustments to the chair too.”
Chuck’s eyes widened so much they nearly fell out of their sockets and John chuckled and clapped Rodney on the shoulder.
“Actually,” John proposed as they walked out of the room. “I was thinking more along the lines of lunch.”
“Ooh,” Rodney said brightly, “that’ll work too.”
FIN