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So this is the longest fic I've ever written and one of the few I've had the nerve to post! If you like, go give estrella30a hug for deciding we needed superpornsunday Feedback is loved, cuddled and given a good home.
Title: Home
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Pairing: McShep
Rating: NC-17 (come on, what did you expect for superpornsunday???)
A/N: I was aiming for pure porn but this managed to grow a slight bit of schmoop and plot, sorry!
Home. Earth. It doesn’t seem to fit any more. John leans slowly into Rodney’s shoulder, their feet propped side by side on the coffee table. On Atlantis there wasn’t a big screen TV, a satellite hook-up or pizza delivery. Instead there was a bed, a laptop and whatever they could scrounge from the mess to snack on while they watched episodes of Supernatural that had first aired months before. But even here, in a furnished apartment in Colorado Springs there was still this, the tentative touch of Rodney’s fingers tracing the seam of John’s pants, rising higher with every stroke.
John’s legs fall further apart with each touch as he slouches even lower on the couch. He can hear Rodney’s breath grow faster as he reaches out to stop his exploration. They sit frozen for a moment, hands clasped until Rodney shifts onto his hip and reaches with his other hand to cup the heated bulge of John’s erection. John presses up into Rodney’s touch, a small whimper escaping through parted lips as he turns his head and seeks out Rodney’s mouth. Rodney licks his way into John’s mouth, nipping at his bottom lip before tangling his tongue with John’s. They kiss for long minutes, moving slowly from gentle caresses to a deep wet tongue fucking until they finally break apart, desperate for air.
“Bed?” Rodney says with a quirk of a smile as he continues to stroke John’s crotch slowly, tracing the length of his erection through the well-worn cotton.
“Bed.” John confirms, stretching his arms above his head in a move that pulls his shirt across his stomach, revealing the line of hair that leads from his belly button down into his tented jeans. He rolls off the couch in a fluid move that leaves him leaning over Rodney, his crotch at eye level. Rodney leans forward rubbing his cheek against John’s hip, mouthing at his erection. John shudders and his fingers curl into Rodney’s shoulders before he steps back, saying “what happened to bed, Rodney?”
Rodney rises and takes one step forward into John’s space, sliding his hands down his back to cup John’s ass. John winces slightly at the movement and Rodney stops cold. “What?”
“Nothing.”
Rodney repeats his movement and John can’t restrain the slight gasp that it provokes. “That isn’t nothing. Now talk.”
“Well, you remember last week when SG-1 dragged me out for a drink after the mission to P3R-696…. It kind of turned into more than one drink.”
“Yes, yes but what does that have to do with you flinching every time I grab your ass?”
“Well, I guess I got a little morose and went on and on about how I missed Atlantis and earth kind of sucked and I guess I found a tattoo parlour and got this.” With that rather rushed statement, John turns around, pops the button on his jeans and pulls them down slightly over one hip. There it is, in deep blue and black, the outline of the Atlantis skyline and the Ancient word for home.
“Jesus, John” and with those words, Rodney plasters himself against John’s back and growls “Bed. Now.”
Rodney’s mouth traces the line of John’s shoulders, slowly, stopping occasionally to press small bites into the skin. John’s fingers curl tighter into the sheets as Rodney moves slowly down his back, following the crest of muscle on either side of his spine. John arches into his touch as Rodney outlines the edges of the new tattoo that graces the space where his back meets the swell of his ass. Barely healed, the slight ache joins the one in his balls that has been building since Rodney stripped him, pushed him facedown on the bed and told him to stay.
John squirms in place, rubbing his throbbing cock into the sheets, straining for any friction he can get. Rodney puts a quick stop to that, pulling him up onto his knees with a soft swat before spreading the cheeks of his ass and leaning in to blow a stream of air across his asshole. John moans, straining backwards for another touch, anything. Rodney chuckles quietly and leans in again, this time using his tongue to trace the puckered edges of the John’s hole. He licks again and again, barely-there touches that have John spreading his legs wider and moaning almost constantly. Finally, Rodney gives in and firms his touch, licking deeper and sliding just the tip of his tongue inside John’s opening. John bucks back forcing Rodney’s tongue deeper and begins to whine “nnghhh…” with every thrust.
“Please… fuck, please, fuck me…..” John gasps into the pillow and after one final thrust with his tongue Rodney pulls back and John hears the sound of the bottle of lube opening. A moment later two slick fingers probe at his relaxed entrance, sliding in and making John arch up to meet them. Rodney finger fucks him for a few moments, spreading the lube, adding a third finger and twisting, making John’s breath catch in his throat. “Now Rodney. Fuck me Now!” John’s voice breaks on the last word as Rodney’s cock enters him in one long, smooth thrust. Rodney stills, pressed deep inside John panting as his hands clench on John’s hips. John raises his ass and screws himself backward, taking Rodney a fraction of an inch deeper. Rodney groans and begins to thrust, long slow strokes at first that pull the head of his cock right back to John’s entrance and then forward so that he brushes slowly over John’s prostate on the way back in.
Rodney’s breathing quickens with every thrust and his hips slowly speed up until he is stroking into John in a smooth fast rhythm that has John moaning and trying desperately to reach his swollen cock and jerk himself off. Rodney captures his hand just before he reaches his goal and bending forward, wraps his arms around John’s chest and sits back on his knees.
The change in position forces Rodney even deeper inside and with every rocking thrust John can feel the head of his cock rubbing back and forth over the best spot ever. John lets his head fall back onto Rodney’s shoulder and mouths at his earlobe. Rodney growls as his hand scratches through John’s chest hair and finds a nipple to circle and pinch. Finally giving in to John’s barely coherent moans of “please, I need…. Rodney… I’ve got to…” Rodney reaches down and slides the palm of his hand over the head of John’s weeping dick. Slicked with pre-come, Rodney circles John’s cock and begins to stroke, down and up, over the head and twisting back down again to fondle his balls, tightening in their sack. John arches forward into his grip and screws himself back onto Rodney’s cock, once, twice and three times before he stiffens and comes, painting his chest with fluid, ass fluttering and clenching around Rodney. Rodney’s arms tighten around John’s chest as he thrusts through John’s orgasm, biting into his shoulder as he drives as deep as he can and spills deep inside John.
They collapse forward onto the bed, spooned together loosely trying to catch their breath. John feels Rodney’s hand come up and trace once again around the tattoo. “Home, John.” “Yeah, Rodney. Home.”
Title: Home
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Pairing: McShep
Rating: NC-17 (come on, what did you expect for superpornsunday???)
A/N: I was aiming for pure porn but this managed to grow a slight bit of schmoop and plot, sorry!
Home. Earth. It doesn’t seem to fit any more. John leans slowly into Rodney’s shoulder, their feet propped side by side on the coffee table. On Atlantis there wasn’t a big screen TV, a satellite hook-up or pizza delivery. Instead there was a bed, a laptop and whatever they could scrounge from the mess to snack on while they watched episodes of Supernatural that had first aired months before. But even here, in a furnished apartment in Colorado Springs there was still this, the tentative touch of Rodney’s fingers tracing the seam of John’s pants, rising higher with every stroke.
John’s legs fall further apart with each touch as he slouches even lower on the couch. He can hear Rodney’s breath grow faster as he reaches out to stop his exploration. They sit frozen for a moment, hands clasped until Rodney shifts onto his hip and reaches with his other hand to cup the heated bulge of John’s erection. John presses up into Rodney’s touch, a small whimper escaping through parted lips as he turns his head and seeks out Rodney’s mouth. Rodney licks his way into John’s mouth, nipping at his bottom lip before tangling his tongue with John’s. They kiss for long minutes, moving slowly from gentle caresses to a deep wet tongue fucking until they finally break apart, desperate for air.
“Bed?” Rodney says with a quirk of a smile as he continues to stroke John’s crotch slowly, tracing the length of his erection through the well-worn cotton.
“Bed.” John confirms, stretching his arms above his head in a move that pulls his shirt across his stomach, revealing the line of hair that leads from his belly button down into his tented jeans. He rolls off the couch in a fluid move that leaves him leaning over Rodney, his crotch at eye level. Rodney leans forward rubbing his cheek against John’s hip, mouthing at his erection. John shudders and his fingers curl into Rodney’s shoulders before he steps back, saying “what happened to bed, Rodney?”
Rodney rises and takes one step forward into John’s space, sliding his hands down his back to cup John’s ass. John winces slightly at the movement and Rodney stops cold. “What?”
“Nothing.”
Rodney repeats his movement and John can’t restrain the slight gasp that it provokes. “That isn’t nothing. Now talk.”
“Well, you remember last week when SG-1 dragged me out for a drink after the mission to P3R-696…. It kind of turned into more than one drink.”
“Yes, yes but what does that have to do with you flinching every time I grab your ass?”
“Well, I guess I got a little morose and went on and on about how I missed Atlantis and earth kind of sucked and I guess I found a tattoo parlour and got this.” With that rather rushed statement, John turns around, pops the button on his jeans and pulls them down slightly over one hip. There it is, in deep blue and black, the outline of the Atlantis skyline and the Ancient word for home.
“Jesus, John” and with those words, Rodney plasters himself against John’s back and growls “Bed. Now.”
Rodney’s mouth traces the line of John’s shoulders, slowly, stopping occasionally to press small bites into the skin. John’s fingers curl tighter into the sheets as Rodney moves slowly down his back, following the crest of muscle on either side of his spine. John arches into his touch as Rodney outlines the edges of the new tattoo that graces the space where his back meets the swell of his ass. Barely healed, the slight ache joins the one in his balls that has been building since Rodney stripped him, pushed him facedown on the bed and told him to stay.
John squirms in place, rubbing his throbbing cock into the sheets, straining for any friction he can get. Rodney puts a quick stop to that, pulling him up onto his knees with a soft swat before spreading the cheeks of his ass and leaning in to blow a stream of air across his asshole. John moans, straining backwards for another touch, anything. Rodney chuckles quietly and leans in again, this time using his tongue to trace the puckered edges of the John’s hole. He licks again and again, barely-there touches that have John spreading his legs wider and moaning almost constantly. Finally, Rodney gives in and firms his touch, licking deeper and sliding just the tip of his tongue inside John’s opening. John bucks back forcing Rodney’s tongue deeper and begins to whine “nnghhh…” with every thrust.
“Please… fuck, please, fuck me…..” John gasps into the pillow and after one final thrust with his tongue Rodney pulls back and John hears the sound of the bottle of lube opening. A moment later two slick fingers probe at his relaxed entrance, sliding in and making John arch up to meet them. Rodney finger fucks him for a few moments, spreading the lube, adding a third finger and twisting, making John’s breath catch in his throat. “Now Rodney. Fuck me Now!” John’s voice breaks on the last word as Rodney’s cock enters him in one long, smooth thrust. Rodney stills, pressed deep inside John panting as his hands clench on John’s hips. John raises his ass and screws himself backward, taking Rodney a fraction of an inch deeper. Rodney groans and begins to thrust, long slow strokes at first that pull the head of his cock right back to John’s entrance and then forward so that he brushes slowly over John’s prostate on the way back in.
Rodney’s breathing quickens with every thrust and his hips slowly speed up until he is stroking into John in a smooth fast rhythm that has John moaning and trying desperately to reach his swollen cock and jerk himself off. Rodney captures his hand just before he reaches his goal and bending forward, wraps his arms around John’s chest and sits back on his knees.
The change in position forces Rodney even deeper inside and with every rocking thrust John can feel the head of his cock rubbing back and forth over the best spot ever. John lets his head fall back onto Rodney’s shoulder and mouths at his earlobe. Rodney growls as his hand scratches through John’s chest hair and finds a nipple to circle and pinch. Finally giving in to John’s barely coherent moans of “please, I need…. Rodney… I’ve got to…” Rodney reaches down and slides the palm of his hand over the head of John’s weeping dick. Slicked with pre-come, Rodney circles John’s cock and begins to stroke, down and up, over the head and twisting back down again to fondle his balls, tightening in their sack. John arches forward into his grip and screws himself back onto Rodney’s cock, once, twice and three times before he stiffens and comes, painting his chest with fluid, ass fluttering and clenching around Rodney. Rodney’s arms tighten around John’s chest as he thrusts through John’s orgasm, biting into his shoulder as he drives as deep as he can and spills deep inside John.
They collapse forward onto the bed, spooned together loosely trying to catch their breath. John feels Rodney’s hand come up and trace once again around the tattoo. “Home, John.” “Yeah, Rodney. Home.”