New SGA fic
I wrote this for aithine for her birthday. She asked for John/Rodney, fingers, chocolate, raspberries and voyeurism. Sheesh, pushy much? *bg*
So, anyway, here there be porn.
Title: Dated
Author: hg
Warnings: nope, unless you get squicked by boy on boy action
Length: approx. 1600 words
Dated
John took one last look around the room. Everything was ready, or as ready as it was ever going to be. And thank God for that, because that was the door opening, and there was Rodney.
"Colonel, what was it you wanted to see me about?"
"Rodney," John leaned back in his chair a little further, feeling his knees part. "Come on in."
"Hmmm? What? Oh, in, yes, alright then." John watched the door slide closed behind his guest and thought about locking it, but didn't. There was a small chance he had this all wrong, and he hated making bad tactical decisions. Rodney gave the door the glance that even two years in Atlantis hadn't quite eliminated, then moved smoothly into the room. "So, I'll ask again, what did you want that required me to give up precious lab time to dance attendance on you?"
John opened his mouth to deliver the speech he'd spent three weeks preparing, and three days rehearsing, but he was interrupted before he could get the first word out. "Hey, are those real raspberries?"
Shaking his head, John waved a hand at the table in unnecessary invitation. "Yeah, help yourself." The sardonic tone might have been lost on Rodney as he was busy depositing the first handful of ripe berries into his mouth.
"Oh, oh, these are so good." John swallowed dryly as he watched the last three berries being pushed past Rodney's lips. "So much better than those pseudo-raspberries from P3C 2Z5. They were too pulpy, and the seeds - unh, seeds." Rodney fell silent, and his lips started to contort. John almost groaned aloud as he realized Rodney was loosening seeds from his teeth, working his tongue around, flicking and poking and -
"Um, yeah." John cleared his throat before continuing. "They just came in on the Daedalus yesterday. I, uh, ordered them."
"Mmm, great idea. Really." Rodney's tongue darted out of his mouth to lick the juice from an overripe berry off his index finger. "But, um, what's the occasion? I mean, it's not like you -" Rodney's voice trailed off, and he looked around the room carefully. "Oh, you - you have a date."
John tore his eyes from Rodney's hand and sat up straight. "No, no. Not a date. I mean, not really a date, more like, um -"
"Oh please, colonel, give me some credit. I have been on a few successful dates in the past, and you have all the makings of one here tonight." Rodney's hands started to move in those arcs that sped from graceful to frantic as he paced through the room. "You have soft lighting, mood music, although, really, Johnny Cash would not be most people's first choice of music-to-seduce-by. You have fresh fruit, including raspberries you special ordered from Earth, and you have a - okay, what is this anyway?" Rodney stepped up to the table for a closer look. "Do I want to know how you convinced the cooks to give you a small warming dish so you could melt chocolate?"
"Rodney -"
"No, you know what? I am clearly interrupting your evening, so I'll just head out now."
"Rodney -"
"Although why you would say you needed to see me when you had a date planned is beyond my powers of comprehension, and that usually doesn't happen."
"Rodney -"
"Still, you aren't usually this tactless. What if your date was to show up while I was here eating her raspberries? What would she think?"
"I don't have a date!" John's yell finally broke through Rodney's absorption. "I didn't invite anyone else here." Seeing Rodney take a breath to begin speaking again, John cut him off. "I only invited you."
Watching the realization spread across Rodney's face stopped any words John might have added. "You did this for me?" John began to smile. "You idiot!" The smile faded. "You didn't have to go to all this trouble." Rodney covered the two steps to John's chair and hauled him up. "You only had to ask."
Rodney tasted of raspberries. John knew that conclusion was sort of obvious, but it was all his brain could manage as his tongue flickered past thin lips to lick and taste. Rodney smelled of white board marker, and coffee, and maybe a little bit like fried circuitry. John wondered briefly if something had happened in the labs, but he stopped wondering when Rodney's mouth started to trace his jaw, and Rodney's hands started pulling at his belt.
"I have wanted you since you lit up that damn chair in Antarctica." The words ghosted over the shell of his ear, and John shivered. "You were sitting there, so stunned, with no idea what you were doing, and I should have hated you, but I just wanted to watch you." John's belt hit the floor, and impatient fingers pulled at the button of his pants. Teeth and tongue attacked his ear and he groaned.
"Jesus, Rodney, let me -" John struggled to pull Rodney's shirt free without moving his head, but Rodney's mouth dragged down his neck. His hands got the back of the shirt untucked and slipped over the tender skin at the base of Rodney's spine, fingers disturbing the small hairs. John arched against the hand that was now cupping his cock, hands pulling Rodney's hips closer to trap it between them.
"Fuck!" John felt Rodney's curse in the rough brush of whiskers against his collarbone, and in the tightening of the grip on his cock. And then he felt air swirl against all the places that Rodney suddenly wasn't. Forcing his eyes past half mast, he saw Rodney's shirt go sailing across the room. "Clothes. Off now." Rodney reinforced the command with a snap of his fingers, and John's dick hardened further as he hurried to comply.
The rough, US military issue blankets rubbed against the back of John's knees as he moved up the bed, clothes in an untidy pile on the floor. He heard Rodney's shoe thump as he settled back on one elbow, his other hand reaching automatically for his hard, leaking cock. "C'mon, Rodney, c'mon," he breathed as he stroked.
"Look at you." The words were simple but loaded with meaning. John stared at Rodney, his hand slowing. "No, no, don't stop. Keep doing that, touching yourself." Rodney took a step closer to the bed, his pants open, but still clinging to his hips.
"I imagined you doing this." Rodney's voice was low and rough. "I would picture you, jerking off, your head tilted back, legs spread, your hand pulling at your cock -" The words trailed off, but the hungry look in Rodney's eyes made John tighten his grip and gasp. "Do it. Just, please John."
John couldn't say anything in response to Rodney's request, so he settled back to fulfill it. He stroked his hand slowly up and down his length, feeling the calluses on his trigger finger drag as his hand circled the head. Rodney's hand reached out to settle on his ankle, and John's strokes sped up again.
"God!" Rodney's hand tightened and his voice broke. "I want to - there's so many things - I just never thought." John felt his own breath catch at the want he could hear in Rodney's voice. "I want to watch you come. Come for me, John."
His hand flying over his cock, John lost himself in the motion. He rubbed his thumb over the head, smearing precome and teasing the scent of sex into the air; he squeezed harder, then eased off to savor the rough glide; and through it all, he locked his gaze on Rodney's face, on Rodney's eyes. Finally, he couldn't wait any longer, he felt the buzzing, the need, build under his skin. John tried to keep his head up, but the rush overwhelmed him.
"Yes, yes, just like that." Rodney's words pulsed in time with the warm spurts of come spattering over John's belly and chest. "So much better than I imagined. I mean, it had to be. I have a great mind, but you -" The hand left John's ankle, and he struggled to raise his head. He managed it in time to see Rodney climb the bed toward him, shoving at the pants bracketing a hard on that looked almost painful.
John gasped at the first brush of Rodney's cock against his over sensitized skin. His arm finally gave out, dropping him to lie flat on the bed as Rodney pushed against his come smeared hand, muttering words into his neck. His other hand grabbed at Rodney's ass, pushing and pulling, trying to find a rhythm that matched the words, and the thrusts, and the biting, sucking kisses he could feel racing over his collarbone. He felt the swell of Rodney's cock just before orgasm, heard his name slip out in a rush of breath, and turned his head to taste Rodney's skin as he came.
The silence of the next few minutes was broken only by the sounds of panting, and a couple of heartfelt groans as Rodney tried to finish undressing without actually moving.
"That's not gonna work." John was amazed at how much effort it took to speak even a short sentence.
"I am aware of my own limitations." Rodney stood and John immediately missed the warmth of another body pressed against him.
"Really? I thought you didn't have limitations." John quirked an eyebrow in a move guaranteed to irritate Rodney. "What with being a genius and all."
"I'll show you genius." John watched Rodney casually drop his pants on the floor and move over to the table to grab the chocolate and raspberries. He wasn't sure if he should be thrilled or frightened by the look in Rodney's eyes.
"You know, I don't usually put out on the first date."
Rodney grinned as he scooped out chocolate with two fingers. "Good thing this isn't a date, then."
So, anyway, here there be porn.
Title: Dated
Author: hg
Warnings: nope, unless you get squicked by boy on boy action
Length: approx. 1600 words
Dated
John took one last look around the room. Everything was ready, or as ready as it was ever going to be. And thank God for that, because that was the door opening, and there was Rodney.
"Colonel, what was it you wanted to see me about?"
"Rodney," John leaned back in his chair a little further, feeling his knees part. "Come on in."
"Hmmm? What? Oh, in, yes, alright then." John watched the door slide closed behind his guest and thought about locking it, but didn't. There was a small chance he had this all wrong, and he hated making bad tactical decisions. Rodney gave the door the glance that even two years in Atlantis hadn't quite eliminated, then moved smoothly into the room. "So, I'll ask again, what did you want that required me to give up precious lab time to dance attendance on you?"
John opened his mouth to deliver the speech he'd spent three weeks preparing, and three days rehearsing, but he was interrupted before he could get the first word out. "Hey, are those real raspberries?"
Shaking his head, John waved a hand at the table in unnecessary invitation. "Yeah, help yourself." The sardonic tone might have been lost on Rodney as he was busy depositing the first handful of ripe berries into his mouth.
"Oh, oh, these are so good." John swallowed dryly as he watched the last three berries being pushed past Rodney's lips. "So much better than those pseudo-raspberries from P3C 2Z5. They were too pulpy, and the seeds - unh, seeds." Rodney fell silent, and his lips started to contort. John almost groaned aloud as he realized Rodney was loosening seeds from his teeth, working his tongue around, flicking and poking and -
"Um, yeah." John cleared his throat before continuing. "They just came in on the Daedalus yesterday. I, uh, ordered them."
"Mmm, great idea. Really." Rodney's tongue darted out of his mouth to lick the juice from an overripe berry off his index finger. "But, um, what's the occasion? I mean, it's not like you -" Rodney's voice trailed off, and he looked around the room carefully. "Oh, you - you have a date."
John tore his eyes from Rodney's hand and sat up straight. "No, no. Not a date. I mean, not really a date, more like, um -"
"Oh please, colonel, give me some credit. I have been on a few successful dates in the past, and you have all the makings of one here tonight." Rodney's hands started to move in those arcs that sped from graceful to frantic as he paced through the room. "You have soft lighting, mood music, although, really, Johnny Cash would not be most people's first choice of music-to-seduce-by. You have fresh fruit, including raspberries you special ordered from Earth, and you have a - okay, what is this anyway?" Rodney stepped up to the table for a closer look. "Do I want to know how you convinced the cooks to give you a small warming dish so you could melt chocolate?"
"Rodney -"
"No, you know what? I am clearly interrupting your evening, so I'll just head out now."
"Rodney -"
"Although why you would say you needed to see me when you had a date planned is beyond my powers of comprehension, and that usually doesn't happen."
"Rodney -"
"Still, you aren't usually this tactless. What if your date was to show up while I was here eating her raspberries? What would she think?"
"I don't have a date!" John's yell finally broke through Rodney's absorption. "I didn't invite anyone else here." Seeing Rodney take a breath to begin speaking again, John cut him off. "I only invited you."
Watching the realization spread across Rodney's face stopped any words John might have added. "You did this for me?" John began to smile. "You idiot!" The smile faded. "You didn't have to go to all this trouble." Rodney covered the two steps to John's chair and hauled him up. "You only had to ask."
Rodney tasted of raspberries. John knew that conclusion was sort of obvious, but it was all his brain could manage as his tongue flickered past thin lips to lick and taste. Rodney smelled of white board marker, and coffee, and maybe a little bit like fried circuitry. John wondered briefly if something had happened in the labs, but he stopped wondering when Rodney's mouth started to trace his jaw, and Rodney's hands started pulling at his belt.
"I have wanted you since you lit up that damn chair in Antarctica." The words ghosted over the shell of his ear, and John shivered. "You were sitting there, so stunned, with no idea what you were doing, and I should have hated you, but I just wanted to watch you." John's belt hit the floor, and impatient fingers pulled at the button of his pants. Teeth and tongue attacked his ear and he groaned.
"Jesus, Rodney, let me -" John struggled to pull Rodney's shirt free without moving his head, but Rodney's mouth dragged down his neck. His hands got the back of the shirt untucked and slipped over the tender skin at the base of Rodney's spine, fingers disturbing the small hairs. John arched against the hand that was now cupping his cock, hands pulling Rodney's hips closer to trap it between them.
"Fuck!" John felt Rodney's curse in the rough brush of whiskers against his collarbone, and in the tightening of the grip on his cock. And then he felt air swirl against all the places that Rodney suddenly wasn't. Forcing his eyes past half mast, he saw Rodney's shirt go sailing across the room. "Clothes. Off now." Rodney reinforced the command with a snap of his fingers, and John's dick hardened further as he hurried to comply.
The rough, US military issue blankets rubbed against the back of John's knees as he moved up the bed, clothes in an untidy pile on the floor. He heard Rodney's shoe thump as he settled back on one elbow, his other hand reaching automatically for his hard, leaking cock. "C'mon, Rodney, c'mon," he breathed as he stroked.
"Look at you." The words were simple but loaded with meaning. John stared at Rodney, his hand slowing. "No, no, don't stop. Keep doing that, touching yourself." Rodney took a step closer to the bed, his pants open, but still clinging to his hips.
"I imagined you doing this." Rodney's voice was low and rough. "I would picture you, jerking off, your head tilted back, legs spread, your hand pulling at your cock -" The words trailed off, but the hungry look in Rodney's eyes made John tighten his grip and gasp. "Do it. Just, please John."
John couldn't say anything in response to Rodney's request, so he settled back to fulfill it. He stroked his hand slowly up and down his length, feeling the calluses on his trigger finger drag as his hand circled the head. Rodney's hand reached out to settle on his ankle, and John's strokes sped up again.
"God!" Rodney's hand tightened and his voice broke. "I want to - there's so many things - I just never thought." John felt his own breath catch at the want he could hear in Rodney's voice. "I want to watch you come. Come for me, John."
His hand flying over his cock, John lost himself in the motion. He rubbed his thumb over the head, smearing precome and teasing the scent of sex into the air; he squeezed harder, then eased off to savor the rough glide; and through it all, he locked his gaze on Rodney's face, on Rodney's eyes. Finally, he couldn't wait any longer, he felt the buzzing, the need, build under his skin. John tried to keep his head up, but the rush overwhelmed him.
"Yes, yes, just like that." Rodney's words pulsed in time with the warm spurts of come spattering over John's belly and chest. "So much better than I imagined. I mean, it had to be. I have a great mind, but you -" The hand left John's ankle, and he struggled to raise his head. He managed it in time to see Rodney climb the bed toward him, shoving at the pants bracketing a hard on that looked almost painful.
John gasped at the first brush of Rodney's cock against his over sensitized skin. His arm finally gave out, dropping him to lie flat on the bed as Rodney pushed against his come smeared hand, muttering words into his neck. His other hand grabbed at Rodney's ass, pushing and pulling, trying to find a rhythm that matched the words, and the thrusts, and the biting, sucking kisses he could feel racing over his collarbone. He felt the swell of Rodney's cock just before orgasm, heard his name slip out in a rush of breath, and turned his head to taste Rodney's skin as he came.
The silence of the next few minutes was broken only by the sounds of panting, and a couple of heartfelt groans as Rodney tried to finish undressing without actually moving.
"That's not gonna work." John was amazed at how much effort it took to speak even a short sentence.
"I am aware of my own limitations." Rodney stood and John immediately missed the warmth of another body pressed against him.
"Really? I thought you didn't have limitations." John quirked an eyebrow in a move guaranteed to irritate Rodney. "What with being a genius and all."
"I'll show you genius." John watched Rodney casually drop his pants on the floor and move over to the table to grab the chocolate and raspberries. He wasn't sure if he should be thrilled or frightened by the look in Rodney's eyes.
"You know, I don't usually put out on the first date."
Rodney grinned as he scooped out chocolate with two fingers. "Good thing this isn't a date, then."