New Fic: The Colonel and the Astrophysicist: The Temple of the Ancients, pt 2
Title: The Colonel and the Astrophysicist: The Temple of the Ancients
Author: Diana Williams dkwilliams
Pairing(s): McKay/Sheppard
Rating: NC-17
Vetted By: Shrewreader
Beta by: mecurtin, tesserae_
Warnings: Mild bondage
Author's Notes: Originally, I wrote Just Another Weird Alien Ritual for bard_Mercutio for the Secret SGA Santa. Then I decided it would make a cool porn film, seeing as how we all love Aliens-Made-Them-Do-It stories. This is in the same general timeline as Their Debut, although I think I’ve reallocated Jack and Daniel (or at least this is before they become porn actors themselves).
Summary: Another movie in the “The Colonel and the Astrophysicist” series. Doctor Mensa’s discovery of an ancient device in a temple on another world leads to trouble. It’s up to Colonel Stone to rescue him by performing a certain ritual…
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Scene 5, Temple set
Interior, inner Temple sanctum set. RODNEY MCKAY, dressed in a robe, is sitting on the altar set while the stage crew check placement of the bindings. JOHN is sprawled in his chair, script lying open on his lap, one eye on Rodney. SAMANTHA CARTER is organizing the placement of the extras.
“All right, John, we’re ready for you and Chaya.” As John took his place, Sam looked around with a frown. “Where’s Chaya? Would someone check her dressing room, let her know she’s needed on stage?”
One of the P.A.s scurried off, returning a few minutes later with Laura but not the actress. “She’s gone,” Laura said simply, giving Rodney an irritated look. “She left after talking to Rodney, and hasn’t come back.”
Elizabeth, who had arrived on the set, frowned at Rodney. “Rodney? Is there some reason why she would have left? Something you said?”
Rodney lifted his chin defiantly. “She was touching John. I told her to stop.”
Laura rolled her eyes. “Oh, lighten up, Rodney! A touch isn’t going to kill anyone.”
Rodney turned to face her, his mouth tightening unhappily. “She was harassing John. Touching him, groping him - she backed him into a wall and wouldn’t take no for an answer.” He looked around at the others. “I know you joke about things like this happening to John, but it’s not funny. It’s called sexual harassment; he doesn’t like it, and you wouldn’t like it if it happened to you.”
“Rodney,” John said, flushing with embarrassment. “Let it go.”
”No, John, I won’t. Why should it be acceptable for other people to touch you inappropriately, harass you, stalk you, just because you have sex on film for a living?”
“It’s not acceptable,” Elizabeth said firmly, giving Laura a speaking look before turning her attention on Rodney. “You know that we do our best to make sure that our talent has a safe and supportive working environment, and you’re right. Harassment in any form is completely unacceptable.” She turned to John. “I’m sorry, John, and I assure you both that we’ll take your welfare and security more seriously.”
John flushed even more but nodded his thanks.
“Are you two able to continue today?” she asked them.
They exchanged a look. “Of course,” John said. “We’re professionals.” Rodney nodded in agreement.
“Right.” Elizabeth looked at her staff. “Sam, we’ll finish today’s shoot without Chaya. Work around her as much as possible, and then work out some background and pick-up shots with her and the extras for tomorrow. When John and Rodney aren’t here. Laura, get Chaya’s agent on the phone and tell him to have her back here tomorrow or we’ll sue for breach of contract and see that she's blacklisted.”
She looked around at the rest of the crew, all of whom were milling around, trying to surreptitiously listen in. “All right, people. We have a movie to shoot. Let’s get back to it.”
Scene 6, Temple set, Plot and part of the dialog comes from my story "Just Another Weird Alien Ritual"
Interior, inner Temple sanctum set. RODNEY MCKAY is tied, spread-eagle, to a large stone altar. He is naked except for a nearly-sheer loincloth, although at present he is covered by a warmed blanket. SAM CARTER is checking the bindings on his wrists, talking with KATIE BROWN, the set designer, and JACK O’NEILL, the master carpenter, and CARSON BECKETT. John is pacing along the edge of the set, muttering lines. Elizabeth, Teyla, and Laura are hovering discretely out of the way, as they usually are when John and Rodney are filming a sex scene.
“How do those feel, Rodney?” Sam asked as Katie made another adjustment to the bindings.
Rodney flexed his arms experimentally, then nodded. “Better. Tight enough but not chaffing.”
“What about the ankle chains?” John asked, joining them. “Is there enough give to let me push his legs back?”
“There can’t be too much give,” Rodney objected. “Otherwise why doesn’t Mensa just get off the damn altar. He’s not an idiot; he’s got to know that something unpleasant is going down.”
John rolled his eyes. “Kind of hard for me to fuck you if I can’t get to you, Rodney.”
“Not a problem,” Jack said, moving to the foot of the altar and pushing back the blanket to expose Rodney’s feet. “See how the chains are clipped here? Just flip up this catch to release them, then you can position Rodney any way you need.”
John examined the catch carefully, manipulating it until he was certain he’d be able to smoothly release it while filming. “Simple enough.” He squeezed Rodney’s ankle. “You okay, buddy?”
“My ass is freezing,” Rodney grumbled, but he nodded and John turned to Sam.
“We’re ready.”
Carson came over to them, clipboard in hand. “All right, the lubricant is in the pot by the altar. And you know this scene calls for you to be bareback, for the ritual?” Both John and Rodney nodded. “Not a problem, then? Lovely.” He looked over at Sam. “We’re ready, love.”
“Okay,” Sam said loudly, catching the attention of the extras playing the attendant guards and priestesses. “You know your blocking; mostly I want you not to distract from the main action. Silently appreciative, please. John, come through the crowd alone - we’ll assume the priestess is behind you. Cut the lines where she gives you instructions on what to do with Rodney.”
John nodded and took his place while Katie whipped the blanket off of Rodney and made sure everything on the set looked good. She gave a thumbs-up to Sam and hurried off the set.
“Ready on set,” Sam called out. “And - action!”
John pushed his way through the extras, his eyes on Rodney. Tied up and naked was a good look on Rodney and he could feel the first flicker of arousal even as he called out, his voice sharp with concern. “Mensa!”
Rodney pretended to struggle against his bonds, turned his head at John's shouting of his name, and a look of relief flooded his face as John moved onto the set. “Colonel! Thank god!”
John stopped on his mark beside the altar, making it look like he’d wanted to move closer. Or reach for his gun, only he was unarmed so he clenched and unclenched his fists. “How're you doing, buddy?”
“Just fine except for the part where I’m chained to an altar,” Rodney snapped. “Why aren’t you getting me loose?” His eyes widened as Doctor Mensa spiraled deeper into panic mode. “Oh God! They’re going to kill me, aren’t they?”
John couldn’t help reaching out, laying a comforting hand on Rodney’s arm. “Calm down, Mensa. They’re not going to kill you. That would be the good news.”
Rodney stopped struggling but glared at John. “And the bad news?”
“You have to perform a sort of weird alien ceremony.”
“And by alien ceremony, you mean a sex ritual?”
“And by sex ritual I mean you have to get fucked and come all over the altar.”
“Or…?”
Reluctance coloring his voice, John said, “Or they’ll probably kill you.”
Rodney groaned and closed his eyes. “Oh God! I am so, so screwed. And not in a good way”
“Hey, it’ll be okay,” John reassured his scientist, squeezing his arm. “They agreed that I’m the only one touching you.”
"And the gang of Roman-orgy wanna-bes?" he asked, jerking his head in the direction of the extras.
At this point, Chaya was supposed to have had a line. Improvising, John said, "Witnesses," and glared at the group so fiercely that a couple of them actually took a step back.
Rodney groaned and thumped his head against the altar. "Hey!" John reached out to stop him, turning it into a caress. "Don’t do that! You’ll damage something important. You can’t afford to lose brain cells, even if you’re the smartest man in two galaxies. He caressed Rodney’s cheek; Stone would do his best to reassure his scientist, his lover, even with people watching. No, especially with people watching.
Rodney’s eyes met his and he nodded. “Okay.”
“Good,” John said, leaning down to brush a kiss over his lips. “Nobody matters but you and me. Just lie back and let me make you feel good, okay?”
Rodney nodded again and John kissed him, deeper this time, worry making him a little rough, the way Stone would if he was afraid for Ryan's life. Rodney moaned, a breathless little sound, and John pulled back from the kiss just enough to let his mouth move downward. He placed biting kisses along Rodney’s jaw, down his throat, behind his ear, and across his chest, taking it slow the way the GPFG ladies liked it. Stone would need to take it slow, take the time to arouse both himself and his lover. And if the aliens wanted a show, Stone would sure give it to them.
Rodney gasped and moaned as he arched up into the touches, displaying his broad chest and shoulders to perfection as he tugged futilely at his chains. "Jake! God, there! No, not there, idiot, back where you were - ohhh yes!"
John tried not to roll his eyes at his lover's improvisation; he knew that Stone found Ryan's bossiness a turn-on. One of his hands moved to unbuckle his own belt and open his BDUs, and he pulled his cock out to stroke it as he continued licking and sucking Rodney's nipples. Rodney gasped and arched again.
"God, so good! Want to taste you so much," he moaned.
“Want that, too,” John said roughly, licking his lips at the thought.
“Then get up here and give it to me,” Rodney ordered.
John crawled onto the altar, straddling Rodney's chest as he pushed down his pants enough to free his cock. He knelt there, stroking his cock for a few moments while Rodney watched him greedily, licking his lips.
“Cut!” Sam called out, getting up to reposition the cameras for the best view of the next part of the scene.
John relaxed his position, looking down at Rodney as the makeup people moved in for quick fixes and Katie checked the cuffs and Rodney’s wrists. “You doing okay, buddy?” he asked.
“Yes, yes, fine,” Rodney said impatiently. “Can we just get back to this before I’m permanently frozen to this slab?”
John grinned and leaned down to brush a kiss against Rodney’s lips. “Don’t worry; I’ll warm you up.”
“Ready, guys?” Sam called out. John sat back up and nodded. “All right then. Roll cameras and - action!”
John resumed stroking his dick and Rodney licked his lips, eyes riveted on the sight. John shifted forward on his knees, cock in hand, and groaned as he watched it slide between Rodney’s lips. He could never get enough of the sight of Rodney’s mouth around his cock, no matter how many times he saw it. Rodney’s eyes went half-closed as if he was totally caught up in the pleasure of sucking cock, his long lashes brushing against his cheek. John couldn’t stop himself from reaching out with his free hand to caress Rodney’s cheek, smiling encouragingly as Rodney opened his eyes and stared up at him.
“Feels so good,” he said, his voice husky with lust and love. “Wanna spend hours fucking your mouth.”
Rodney moaned around his cock and the vibration made John’s eyes slide closed as he moaned in counterpoint. “Ohhh, yeah,” he groaned, arching his back a little so that his cock would go deeper in Rodney’s mouth. “Wish I could come like this, feel you swallow me down.”
Rodney moaned again in reply and pulled at the bindings holding his wrists, his frustration at not being able to touch his lover reflected in his face. John nearly faltered in his rhythm before recovering himself. He continued rocking in and out of Rodney’s mouth until Sam called for another cut, repositioning the cameras to capture the action as the actors moved on to the main action. Once shooting resumed, John reluctantly pulled his cock out of Rodney’s mouth and leaned over to kiss the protest away.
“Gonna come if you keep doing that,” he said huskily.
Rodney groaned and let his head fall back, surrendering himself. Letting the litany of pleasured sounds guide him, John once more moved down Rodney’s neck and across this chest. He teased Rodney’s nipples with his tongue, enjoying how Rodney gasped and arched under his caresses, then moved down to lave Rodney’s belly with his tongue, loving the way he wriggled and moaned at the attention, no matter how often they’d done this. He reached the wispy loincloth and tore it away, tossing it aside, then leaned back so that the camera could capture the image of Rodney’s cock, beautifully erect and hard. John took a moment to admire it as well before he wrapped his hand around it and began slowly jacking him. He wished he could suck Rodney off - he loved doing that - but the script had specifically said he needed to be fucked, so after a few moments, John released the heavy cock and shifted off the altar.
Rodney’s eyes opened and he looked around in panic. “What - ?”
“Hush,” John said, leaning forward to press a kiss against Rodney’s belly. “Gonna make you feel so good.” He released the clips on the chains, pushing Rodney’s knees back. Rodney licked his lips and cast an apprehensive look at the ‘acolytes’ watching them. John reached up to touch Rodney’s cheek, gently turning his head back to focus on him. “Ignore them. It’s just you and me.”
Rodney nodded jerkily, licking his lips again as John grasped one of Rodney’s legs and lifted it to rest on his shoulder. He pressed a kiss against the soft inner thigh, then repeated his actions with the other.
"Jake," Rodney murmured, his voice sounding choked.
"Shhh," John said soothingly, leaning forward to place a kiss on the tip of Rodney's cock again. "Let me take care of you."
John grabbed a hand-full of lube from the pot sitting by the altar, then leaned back and brushed his finger over Rodney’s opening, smiling as he heard him gasp. He pushed the tip of his finger inside, moaning himself at the tight warmth surrounding his finger, and carefully began sliding his finger in and out.
"Jake!" Rodney gasped and started rocking, trying to get more inside.
"Easy," he cautioned, slipping a second finger inside.
“Fuck that!” Rodney snapped. “No, fuck me! Now!”
John pushed his trousers further down his thighs and ran his oil-slick hand over his cock, then pressed the tip against Rodney’s hole and glanced up at his face. It had taken him a while to get used to the way the ladies at GPFG insisted on showing the connection between the characters instead of just concentrating on the fucking, but by now John was used to it. In fact, he had to admit that he loved this moment when he could look at Rodney, splayed out for him, and share it with the camera.
Rodney was staring up at him, face flushed and eyes dark with need. John wanted nothing more at that moment than to kiss him until they were both breathless, but it wasn’t possible with this set up. Afterward, he promised himself.
"Ready?" he asked. Rodney nodded, and John moved his hips, slowly easing into Rodney’s body. Practice and regular fucking made this easy, but he still took it slowly, putting on a show for the cameras as he rocked backward, then pushed forward again, claiming his lover’s body. When his hips finally rested against Rodney’s ass, he drew in a breath and looked upward again.
"All right?"
Bright-eyed and panting, Rodney nodded impatiently, and John settled into a regular rhythm, feeling Stone's pleasure as strongly as his own.
Rodney was rocking under him, moaning with each thrust, eyes closed. John could tell that he was getting close and, gauging that they’d gotten enough footage for the cameras, he wrapped his hand around Rodney’s cock and jacked him as he quickened his thrusts. With a groan that sounded like it came all the way from his toenails, Rodney shuddered and jerked under his hands, coming in convulsive waves. John felt his own climax being ripped from him, thrusting and thrusting until he was spent, then collapsing across Rodney’s body. Rodney shuddered a final time and slumped against the stone, a blissful look on his face, and John would have grinned because, damn!, he loved putting that look on Rodney’s face. It wasn’t Jake Stone’s style, though, so he settled for crawling up Rodney’s body to kiss him briefly, then pulled back.
"How about you get dressed so we can blow this place? Get back to Atlantis?" He nuzzled Rodney’s neck and nipped the skin just a little. "Maybe this time you can tie me up."
The expression on Rodney’s face as he smiled at John was like the sun coming up. "I think that can be arranged."
“And - cut!” Sam looked at her camerawomen and got nods from both of them. “All right, everyone. That’s a wrap for today. We’ll do pickup shots of the extras tomorrow morning.”
John ignored the chatter around them, knowing that Miko was cutting the lights and the rest of the crew were filing off the set, giving the two of them time to recover. He felt something warm drape over them; there was a clanking noise as the chains were unfastened, and then Rodney’s arms were wrapping around him.
He pressed a kiss against Rodney’s throat, eliciting a chuckle. “What, you haven’t had enough?”
“Of you?” he replied, grinning. “Never.”
“Mmm,” Rodney hummed, his hands caressing John’s skin. “Maybe I should take you back home. I can tie you up and see if I can wear you out.”
John’s grin widened. “You have the best ideas.” He leaned up and kissed Rodney again. “Rodney? You know why I never see them coming? The women? It’s because I can only see you. There is no one else."
Rodney’s arms tightened briefly. “Sap,” he muttered affectionately, but John could swear that his eyes were suspiciously bright.
“Yeah,” he said contentedly, laying his head down on Rodney’s chest and closing his eyes. Going home sounded good, but right now, he was happy to stay where he was.
The End
Author: Diana Williams dkwilliams
Pairing(s): McKay/Sheppard
Rating: NC-17
Vetted By: Shrewreader
Beta by: mecurtin, tesserae_
Warnings: Mild bondage
Author's Notes: Originally, I wrote Just Another Weird Alien Ritual for bard_Mercutio for the Secret SGA Santa. Then I decided it would make a cool porn film, seeing as how we all love Aliens-Made-Them-Do-It stories. This is in the same general timeline as Their Debut, although I think I’ve reallocated Jack and Daniel (or at least this is before they become porn actors themselves).
Summary: Another movie in the “The Colonel and the Astrophysicist” series. Doctor Mensa’s discovery of an ancient device in a temple on another world leads to trouble. It’s up to Colonel Stone to rescue him by performing a certain ritual…
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Scene 5, Temple set
Interior, inner Temple sanctum set. RODNEY MCKAY, dressed in a robe, is sitting on the altar set while the stage crew check placement of the bindings. JOHN is sprawled in his chair, script lying open on his lap, one eye on Rodney. SAMANTHA CARTER is organizing the placement of the extras.
“All right, John, we’re ready for you and Chaya.” As John took his place, Sam looked around with a frown. “Where’s Chaya? Would someone check her dressing room, let her know she’s needed on stage?”
One of the P.A.s scurried off, returning a few minutes later with Laura but not the actress. “She’s gone,” Laura said simply, giving Rodney an irritated look. “She left after talking to Rodney, and hasn’t come back.”
Elizabeth, who had arrived on the set, frowned at Rodney. “Rodney? Is there some reason why she would have left? Something you said?”
Rodney lifted his chin defiantly. “She was touching John. I told her to stop.”
Laura rolled her eyes. “Oh, lighten up, Rodney! A touch isn’t going to kill anyone.”
Rodney turned to face her, his mouth tightening unhappily. “She was harassing John. Touching him, groping him - she backed him into a wall and wouldn’t take no for an answer.” He looked around at the others. “I know you joke about things like this happening to John, but it’s not funny. It’s called sexual harassment; he doesn’t like it, and you wouldn’t like it if it happened to you.”
“Rodney,” John said, flushing with embarrassment. “Let it go.”
”No, John, I won’t. Why should it be acceptable for other people to touch you inappropriately, harass you, stalk you, just because you have sex on film for a living?”
“It’s not acceptable,” Elizabeth said firmly, giving Laura a speaking look before turning her attention on Rodney. “You know that we do our best to make sure that our talent has a safe and supportive working environment, and you’re right. Harassment in any form is completely unacceptable.” She turned to John. “I’m sorry, John, and I assure you both that we’ll take your welfare and security more seriously.”
John flushed even more but nodded his thanks.
“Are you two able to continue today?” she asked them.
They exchanged a look. “Of course,” John said. “We’re professionals.” Rodney nodded in agreement.
“Right.” Elizabeth looked at her staff. “Sam, we’ll finish today’s shoot without Chaya. Work around her as much as possible, and then work out some background and pick-up shots with her and the extras for tomorrow. When John and Rodney aren’t here. Laura, get Chaya’s agent on the phone and tell him to have her back here tomorrow or we’ll sue for breach of contract and see that she's blacklisted.”
She looked around at the rest of the crew, all of whom were milling around, trying to surreptitiously listen in. “All right, people. We have a movie to shoot. Let’s get back to it.”
Scene 6, Temple set, Plot and part of the dialog comes from my story "Just Another Weird Alien Ritual"
Interior, inner Temple sanctum set. RODNEY MCKAY is tied, spread-eagle, to a large stone altar. He is naked except for a nearly-sheer loincloth, although at present he is covered by a warmed blanket. SAM CARTER is checking the bindings on his wrists, talking with KATIE BROWN, the set designer, and JACK O’NEILL, the master carpenter, and CARSON BECKETT. John is pacing along the edge of the set, muttering lines. Elizabeth, Teyla, and Laura are hovering discretely out of the way, as they usually are when John and Rodney are filming a sex scene.
“How do those feel, Rodney?” Sam asked as Katie made another adjustment to the bindings.
Rodney flexed his arms experimentally, then nodded. “Better. Tight enough but not chaffing.”
“What about the ankle chains?” John asked, joining them. “Is there enough give to let me push his legs back?”
“There can’t be too much give,” Rodney objected. “Otherwise why doesn’t Mensa just get off the damn altar. He’s not an idiot; he’s got to know that something unpleasant is going down.”
John rolled his eyes. “Kind of hard for me to fuck you if I can’t get to you, Rodney.”
“Not a problem,” Jack said, moving to the foot of the altar and pushing back the blanket to expose Rodney’s feet. “See how the chains are clipped here? Just flip up this catch to release them, then you can position Rodney any way you need.”
John examined the catch carefully, manipulating it until he was certain he’d be able to smoothly release it while filming. “Simple enough.” He squeezed Rodney’s ankle. “You okay, buddy?”
“My ass is freezing,” Rodney grumbled, but he nodded and John turned to Sam.
“We’re ready.”
Carson came over to them, clipboard in hand. “All right, the lubricant is in the pot by the altar. And you know this scene calls for you to be bareback, for the ritual?” Both John and Rodney nodded. “Not a problem, then? Lovely.” He looked over at Sam. “We’re ready, love.”
“Okay,” Sam said loudly, catching the attention of the extras playing the attendant guards and priestesses. “You know your blocking; mostly I want you not to distract from the main action. Silently appreciative, please. John, come through the crowd alone - we’ll assume the priestess is behind you. Cut the lines where she gives you instructions on what to do with Rodney.”
John nodded and took his place while Katie whipped the blanket off of Rodney and made sure everything on the set looked good. She gave a thumbs-up to Sam and hurried off the set.
“Ready on set,” Sam called out. “And - action!”
John pushed his way through the extras, his eyes on Rodney. Tied up and naked was a good look on Rodney and he could feel the first flicker of arousal even as he called out, his voice sharp with concern. “Mensa!”
Rodney pretended to struggle against his bonds, turned his head at John's shouting of his name, and a look of relief flooded his face as John moved onto the set. “Colonel! Thank god!”
John stopped on his mark beside the altar, making it look like he’d wanted to move closer. Or reach for his gun, only he was unarmed so he clenched and unclenched his fists. “How're you doing, buddy?”
“Just fine except for the part where I’m chained to an altar,” Rodney snapped. “Why aren’t you getting me loose?” His eyes widened as Doctor Mensa spiraled deeper into panic mode. “Oh God! They’re going to kill me, aren’t they?”
John couldn’t help reaching out, laying a comforting hand on Rodney’s arm. “Calm down, Mensa. They’re not going to kill you. That would be the good news.”
Rodney stopped struggling but glared at John. “And the bad news?”
“You have to perform a sort of weird alien ceremony.”
“And by alien ceremony, you mean a sex ritual?”
“And by sex ritual I mean you have to get fucked and come all over the altar.”
“Or…?”
Reluctance coloring his voice, John said, “Or they’ll probably kill you.”
Rodney groaned and closed his eyes. “Oh God! I am so, so screwed. And not in a good way”
“Hey, it’ll be okay,” John reassured his scientist, squeezing his arm. “They agreed that I’m the only one touching you.”
"And the gang of Roman-orgy wanna-bes?" he asked, jerking his head in the direction of the extras.
At this point, Chaya was supposed to have had a line. Improvising, John said, "Witnesses," and glared at the group so fiercely that a couple of them actually took a step back.
Rodney groaned and thumped his head against the altar. "Hey!" John reached out to stop him, turning it into a caress. "Don’t do that! You’ll damage something important. You can’t afford to lose brain cells, even if you’re the smartest man in two galaxies. He caressed Rodney’s cheek; Stone would do his best to reassure his scientist, his lover, even with people watching. No, especially with people watching.
Rodney’s eyes met his and he nodded. “Okay.”
“Good,” John said, leaning down to brush a kiss over his lips. “Nobody matters but you and me. Just lie back and let me make you feel good, okay?”
Rodney nodded again and John kissed him, deeper this time, worry making him a little rough, the way Stone would if he was afraid for Ryan's life. Rodney moaned, a breathless little sound, and John pulled back from the kiss just enough to let his mouth move downward. He placed biting kisses along Rodney’s jaw, down his throat, behind his ear, and across his chest, taking it slow the way the GPFG ladies liked it. Stone would need to take it slow, take the time to arouse both himself and his lover. And if the aliens wanted a show, Stone would sure give it to them.
Rodney gasped and moaned as he arched up into the touches, displaying his broad chest and shoulders to perfection as he tugged futilely at his chains. "Jake! God, there! No, not there, idiot, back where you were - ohhh yes!"
John tried not to roll his eyes at his lover's improvisation; he knew that Stone found Ryan's bossiness a turn-on. One of his hands moved to unbuckle his own belt and open his BDUs, and he pulled his cock out to stroke it as he continued licking and sucking Rodney's nipples. Rodney gasped and arched again.
"God, so good! Want to taste you so much," he moaned.
“Want that, too,” John said roughly, licking his lips at the thought.
“Then get up here and give it to me,” Rodney ordered.
John crawled onto the altar, straddling Rodney's chest as he pushed down his pants enough to free his cock. He knelt there, stroking his cock for a few moments while Rodney watched him greedily, licking his lips.
“Cut!” Sam called out, getting up to reposition the cameras for the best view of the next part of the scene.
John relaxed his position, looking down at Rodney as the makeup people moved in for quick fixes and Katie checked the cuffs and Rodney’s wrists. “You doing okay, buddy?” he asked.
“Yes, yes, fine,” Rodney said impatiently. “Can we just get back to this before I’m permanently frozen to this slab?”
John grinned and leaned down to brush a kiss against Rodney’s lips. “Don’t worry; I’ll warm you up.”
“Ready, guys?” Sam called out. John sat back up and nodded. “All right then. Roll cameras and - action!”
John resumed stroking his dick and Rodney licked his lips, eyes riveted on the sight. John shifted forward on his knees, cock in hand, and groaned as he watched it slide between Rodney’s lips. He could never get enough of the sight of Rodney’s mouth around his cock, no matter how many times he saw it. Rodney’s eyes went half-closed as if he was totally caught up in the pleasure of sucking cock, his long lashes brushing against his cheek. John couldn’t stop himself from reaching out with his free hand to caress Rodney’s cheek, smiling encouragingly as Rodney opened his eyes and stared up at him.
“Feels so good,” he said, his voice husky with lust and love. “Wanna spend hours fucking your mouth.”
Rodney moaned around his cock and the vibration made John’s eyes slide closed as he moaned in counterpoint. “Ohhh, yeah,” he groaned, arching his back a little so that his cock would go deeper in Rodney’s mouth. “Wish I could come like this, feel you swallow me down.”
Rodney moaned again in reply and pulled at the bindings holding his wrists, his frustration at not being able to touch his lover reflected in his face. John nearly faltered in his rhythm before recovering himself. He continued rocking in and out of Rodney’s mouth until Sam called for another cut, repositioning the cameras to capture the action as the actors moved on to the main action. Once shooting resumed, John reluctantly pulled his cock out of Rodney’s mouth and leaned over to kiss the protest away.
“Gonna come if you keep doing that,” he said huskily.
Rodney groaned and let his head fall back, surrendering himself. Letting the litany of pleasured sounds guide him, John once more moved down Rodney’s neck and across this chest. He teased Rodney’s nipples with his tongue, enjoying how Rodney gasped and arched under his caresses, then moved down to lave Rodney’s belly with his tongue, loving the way he wriggled and moaned at the attention, no matter how often they’d done this. He reached the wispy loincloth and tore it away, tossing it aside, then leaned back so that the camera could capture the image of Rodney’s cock, beautifully erect and hard. John took a moment to admire it as well before he wrapped his hand around it and began slowly jacking him. He wished he could suck Rodney off - he loved doing that - but the script had specifically said he needed to be fucked, so after a few moments, John released the heavy cock and shifted off the altar.
Rodney’s eyes opened and he looked around in panic. “What - ?”
“Hush,” John said, leaning forward to press a kiss against Rodney’s belly. “Gonna make you feel so good.” He released the clips on the chains, pushing Rodney’s knees back. Rodney licked his lips and cast an apprehensive look at the ‘acolytes’ watching them. John reached up to touch Rodney’s cheek, gently turning his head back to focus on him. “Ignore them. It’s just you and me.”
Rodney nodded jerkily, licking his lips again as John grasped one of Rodney’s legs and lifted it to rest on his shoulder. He pressed a kiss against the soft inner thigh, then repeated his actions with the other.
"Jake," Rodney murmured, his voice sounding choked.
"Shhh," John said soothingly, leaning forward to place a kiss on the tip of Rodney's cock again. "Let me take care of you."
John grabbed a hand-full of lube from the pot sitting by the altar, then leaned back and brushed his finger over Rodney’s opening, smiling as he heard him gasp. He pushed the tip of his finger inside, moaning himself at the tight warmth surrounding his finger, and carefully began sliding his finger in and out.
"Jake!" Rodney gasped and started rocking, trying to get more inside.
"Easy," he cautioned, slipping a second finger inside.
“Fuck that!” Rodney snapped. “No, fuck me! Now!”
John pushed his trousers further down his thighs and ran his oil-slick hand over his cock, then pressed the tip against Rodney’s hole and glanced up at his face. It had taken him a while to get used to the way the ladies at GPFG insisted on showing the connection between the characters instead of just concentrating on the fucking, but by now John was used to it. In fact, he had to admit that he loved this moment when he could look at Rodney, splayed out for him, and share it with the camera.
Rodney was staring up at him, face flushed and eyes dark with need. John wanted nothing more at that moment than to kiss him until they were both breathless, but it wasn’t possible with this set up. Afterward, he promised himself.
"Ready?" he asked. Rodney nodded, and John moved his hips, slowly easing into Rodney’s body. Practice and regular fucking made this easy, but he still took it slowly, putting on a show for the cameras as he rocked backward, then pushed forward again, claiming his lover’s body. When his hips finally rested against Rodney’s ass, he drew in a breath and looked upward again.
"All right?"
Bright-eyed and panting, Rodney nodded impatiently, and John settled into a regular rhythm, feeling Stone's pleasure as strongly as his own.
Rodney was rocking under him, moaning with each thrust, eyes closed. John could tell that he was getting close and, gauging that they’d gotten enough footage for the cameras, he wrapped his hand around Rodney’s cock and jacked him as he quickened his thrusts. With a groan that sounded like it came all the way from his toenails, Rodney shuddered and jerked under his hands, coming in convulsive waves. John felt his own climax being ripped from him, thrusting and thrusting until he was spent, then collapsing across Rodney’s body. Rodney shuddered a final time and slumped against the stone, a blissful look on his face, and John would have grinned because, damn!, he loved putting that look on Rodney’s face. It wasn’t Jake Stone’s style, though, so he settled for crawling up Rodney’s body to kiss him briefly, then pulled back.
"How about you get dressed so we can blow this place? Get back to Atlantis?" He nuzzled Rodney’s neck and nipped the skin just a little. "Maybe this time you can tie me up."
The expression on Rodney’s face as he smiled at John was like the sun coming up. "I think that can be arranged."
“And - cut!” Sam looked at her camerawomen and got nods from both of them. “All right, everyone. That’s a wrap for today. We’ll do pickup shots of the extras tomorrow morning.”
John ignored the chatter around them, knowing that Miko was cutting the lights and the rest of the crew were filing off the set, giving the two of them time to recover. He felt something warm drape over them; there was a clanking noise as the chains were unfastened, and then Rodney’s arms were wrapping around him.
He pressed a kiss against Rodney’s throat, eliciting a chuckle. “What, you haven’t had enough?”
“Of you?” he replied, grinning. “Never.”
“Mmm,” Rodney hummed, his hands caressing John’s skin. “Maybe I should take you back home. I can tie you up and see if I can wear you out.”
John’s grin widened. “You have the best ideas.” He leaned up and kissed Rodney again. “Rodney? You know why I never see them coming? The women? It’s because I can only see you. There is no one else."
Rodney’s arms tightened briefly. “Sap,” he muttered affectionately, but John could swear that his eyes were suspiciously bright.
“Yeah,” he said contentedly, laying his head down on Rodney’s chest and closing his eyes. Going home sounded good, but right now, he was happy to stay where he was.
The End