Fic: Kitchen-Day 10 of Sex on the Fly! NC-17
Kitchen-day 10 of Sex on the Fly
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2,006
Disclaimer: They’re not mine; I’m just playing with them.
Summary: Rodney stopped in the doorway when he saw John standing at the counter with his back to the door.
Thank you’s go to both shansgrl and goddess47 for the beta! Thank you!!
Rodney looked at his watch; he grumbled as he threw back the covers and sat up. He’d been tossing and turning for four hours now. His stomach rumbled and he pulled on a pair of sweat pants, a tee shirt and his tennis shoes.
The mess was completely deserted when Rodney walked in. He curled his lip at the food that had been left out for the over nighters, he shook his head as he stepped behind the counter and walked toward the kitchen.
Rodney stopped in the doorway when he saw John standing at the counter with his back to the door. He silently slid across the floor and wrapped his arms around John’s middle. He rested his chin on John’s shoulder and looked at the sandwich John was putting together.
John hummed as if he knew beyond any shadow of doubt that it was Rodney pressed against his back, and turned his head toward Rodney’s.
“That looks good,” Rodney said.
“Better than that crap out there,” John nodded toward the kitchen door. “I feel sorry for third shift.” John turned against Rodney just a little. “What are you doing here anyway? Are you following me?”
“I’m hungry,” Rodney told him simply.
“Make a sandwich. We just got a shipment from Earth, there’s still plenty of the good stuff and I haven’t even put it away yet.”
“That’s not what I want,” Rodney said and pushed his hands into John’s sweatpants.
“Mmm,” John hummed when Rodney pressed his palm against his dick. It immediately began to swell and John leaned into Rodney, resting his head on Rodney’s shoulder.
“Someone could come in,” Rodney whispered in John’s ear, but his tone indicated that he really didn’t care about that.
“Who cares?” John asked breathily.
“Although,” Rodney continued and pressed a little harder against John’s dick making him grunt. “It’s three am, and those tables out there looked thoroughly picked over-- meaning lunch hour is over. I think we have a few minutes.”
John pushed his sandwich away and rocked his hips forward.
Rodney turned his head and pushed his tongue into John’s ear. John shivered and pulled in a quivering breath, he reached back and held Rodney on place with a hand on each hip.
Rodney loved how sensitive John’s ears were. If he had plenty of time, he could make John come by doing nothing more than sucking and licking his ears, he’d done it once before.
John moaned and turned into Rodney’s mouth when Rodney began sucking on his earlobe.
Rodney wrapped one hand around John’s fully erect penis while the other hand slid under John’s shirt. Rodney pinched John’s nipple and rolled it between his thumb and index finger.
John hissed and arched into the touch and Rodney lightly bit his ear.
John sighed and tightened his grip on Rodney’s hips and Rodney pressed forward, rubbing his erection into John’s ass.
John groaned and rolled his hips back, grinding his ass on Rodney’s cock.
Rodney pressed his lips to John’s ear, “Oh fuck, John” he growled. “I want to suck your cock.”
John moaned and his cock jerked at the idea.
“I want you to come in my mouth.”
John took a shaky breath and rolled his hips back again.
“Then I want to fuck you so hard you’ll taste it when I come.”
“Oh god, Rodney,” John groaned.
Rodney ran his tongue over the shell of John’s ear and hummed, he knew how much John loved it when Rodney got assertive and talked dirty.
Rodney pulled his hand out of John’s pants and turned John around, pushing his pants to his thighs.
Rodney dropped to his knees and sucked John in without any preamble.
“Ahhhh,” John sighed.
Rodney glanced up when John rocked forward into his mouth; John’s knuckled were white from his grip on the edge of the counter. Rodney hummed over John’s dick and lightly grazed his teeth along John’s shaft.
“Oh fuck,” John whispered harshly.
Rodney was sucking John hard, he wasn’t holding anything back. Telling John he wanted him to come in his mouth hadn’t been just dirty talk, it had been something he’d been thinking about for most of the day. Now he had John, he was tasting the slight saltiness, feeling the smooth skin of his hard cock, and there was a risk that someone would come in. In their current situation, time wasn’t exactly on their side.
John grunted again and Rodney felt the muscles trembling in John’s thighs. Rodney knew what John liked, he knew how to draw his pleasure out and he also knew how to make John come in no time. He had made mental notes from the first time he and John had sex and he had stockpiled little tidbits of information on how to drive John mad. He was pulling on John’s cock, giving him long tight strokes with his lips and running his tongue along the underside. He’d pause at the head just long enough to run his tongue under the rim, and then he’d push back down again.
Rodney slid one hand up John’s thigh and cupped his balls, John hissed in a breath and blew it out when Rodney began rolling them in the sac.
“Shit,” John spat tightly.
Rodney pulled back and began flicking his tongue against the head of John’s cock, John’s hips jerked and he grunted with each flick. Rodney moaned hungrily when John growled thickly in his throat and came heavily.
Rodney gave John’s dick a final hard pull before letting him go. He stood up with a light groan as his knees protested against having been on the unforgiving floor.
John made an involuntary yummy sound as he pushed his pants down further and shuffled to face the counter.
Rodney pushed his own sweats to his knees, finally freeing his cock with a long sigh. He glanced around wishing he’d thought to come prepared, although, when he got out of bed he had no idea he’d end up having sex in the kitchen. He grabbed the tub of vanilla pudding John had gotten out, ripped the top off and dipped his fingers inside. He scooped out a generous helping and hissed as he spread it on his cock, even though it’d been on the counter for a few minutes it was still quite chilly.
“No,” John whinned when Rodney pressed a finger into him. “Just do it.”
Rodney sighed and withdrew his finger. He’d freaked out a little the first time John wanted to be fucked without preparation, but it didn’t faze him anymore. Sometimes John had this urgency that couldn’t be pushed away and Rodney was happy to accommodate.
He pushed the head of his dick against John’s hole and pushed inside. He hissed and grunted when the head popped in and John’s body began swallowing him in.
“Damn,” Rodney strained and began pushing again. He continued until he was pressed tight against John’s ass.
“Ah,” John sighed. “Fuck me, Rodney.”
Rodney bit his lip and began thrusting.
Pudding wasn’t the most ideal form of lubrication, Rodney was beginning to feel the tight push and pull of his skin as he slid in and out.
He and John had dry fucked before and while it wasn’t the most comfortable thing he’d ever done, it was far from unpleasant, and judging from the sounds John was making, Rodney didn’t think stopping to drip more pudding on his dick was the best idea. Then there was still the possibility that anyone in Atlantis could have the same idea John had, and come down for a late night snack. That thought made Rodney’s stomach flutter and he found the strength to thrust faster.
Rodney ran his hands up John’s sides and John reached forward to grip the other side of the counter when Rodney began pounding into him.
Rodney grumbled as his balls tightened, he moved his hands back to John’s hips and sank his fingers deep in the flesh.
“Ah, fuck, Rodney,” John moaned when Rodney began pulling him back into his thrusts.
Rodney thrust hard, pushing John against the countertop and John’s breathing started coming in tight gasps. Rodney grunted when John’s ass squeezed him tightly and seemed to try to pull him inside. He gripped John’s hips tighter and came, mumbling John’s name under his grunt.
“Damn,” Rodney said as he pulled out.
“That has to be one of the most interesting uses for pudding,” John chuckled.
Rodney pushed against John’s back when he started to turn around.
“Stay where you are,” Rodney said quietly. “I have every intention of cleaning up my mess.”
Rodney ignored his protesting knees and kneeled back down, he knew he’d pay for it in the morning, but at the moment he couldn’t care less.
Rodney leaned in and ran his tongue up the cleft of John’s ass, licking up the dribbles of come and vanilla pudding.
John moaned and Rodney repeated the action before pushing his tongue through the loosened muscle of John’s anus.
“Oh shit,” John breathed.
Rodney kneaded John’s ass cheeks as he flexed his tongue in and out of John’s ass.
“Fuck, Rodney,” John whispered harshly and blew out a breath as his legs stiffened and his hips bucked forward.
Rodney pushed his tongue in a few more times before pulling John’s boxers and sweats over his ass. He stood up and pulled his own pants up and chuckled when he saw John with his entire top half laying on the counter.
John was busy trying to catch his breath so Rodney grabbed a wad of paper towels and began cleaning up the mess John had made on the smooth cabinet doors. He gently elbowed John in the thigh and John groaned and moved to the side.
After the cabinet doors and the floor beneath them were cleaned, Rodney stuffed the paper towels in a zipper bag and pushed it deep into the garbage bin.
“Here you go,” John said, still a little winded.
Rodney turned toward him and took the plate John was holding out. He pushed his index finger lightly into the bread and was pleased to find that this was a fresh sandwich rather than the one that had been sitting on the counter while he had his way with John.
“Thanks,” Rodney replied.
“You read by bind,” a thick nasally voice said.
John and Rodney quickly turned toward the door.
“What?” Rodney squeaked when he saw Jennifer standing in the doorway.
“This cold has kept me up all night, I can’t breathe!” She exclaimed as she walked over to the counter and started collecting the makings John hadn’t had time to put away.
“Oh,” John said.
“I thought I’d grab a sandwich, take some bore bedicine and hope to catch a couple hours sleep before by shift starts,” Jennifer explained.
Rodney sighed knowing that Keller was so stuffed up she couldn’t smell what had just happened in that room. Not that he didn’t want her to know that he hadn’t lost any time or tears over her, but having the new chief medical officer know that he’d just had hot gay sex on the kitchen counter with the head of the military wasn’t the best idea. Especially when the new chief medical officer was still a little pissed that she’d been dumped after less than a month.
Jennifer opened the bread bag and pulled out two pieces, Rodney grimaced when she laid her bread on the exact spot john’s body had just been laying.
“Right,” Rodney said, he took a bite of his sandwich and edged toward the door, motioning John to do the same. “Well, hope the sandwich helps.” He smiled at her and left the room.
“Damn,” John whispered and chuckled lightly. “Good thing she can’t breathe.”
“I told you someone could walk in,” Rodney said lightly.
“Yeah, that was, what? Half an hour ago?” John scoffed.
Rodney shrugged, stepped into the transporter and turned toward John.
John smiled and shook his head before following him.
FIN