Challenge #32 Fic: Focus Loci, ultimatemarysue, nc-17
Title: Focus Loci
Author: ultimatemarysue
Pairing: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Rating: nc-17
Spoilers: none
Word count: 1851
Summary: John wonders why they've never had sex in a bed and seeks to rectify the situation
Note: I didn't mean to write the schmoop at the end, but I kinda like it. I hope you kinda like it, too!
Their first time had been out on the east pier in the wee hours of the morning. They'd spent the entire night fighting about their latest mission in which Rodney hadn't followed John's orders and nearly died.
John had retreated to the east pier, trying to get away from Rodney, but Rodney had followed and they'd yelled until they weren't any more and John had Rodney pushed up against a wall, kissing him desperately.
"Wait, what?" Rodney gasped as John kissed his way down Rodney's neck.
"God, Rodney," John said and pushed his hands under Rodney's shirt. "You really are oblivious."
"Hey, I... I..." His voice trailed off as John pressed their hips together. "I'm with the program now."
John came with Rodney's mouth on him, just as the sun crested over the water.
_--**--_
"Oh, ow, ow, wait..."
"Jesus, Rodney, I'm the one on the floor. What?"
"There's something poking me in the ass." John snorted and Rodney thwaped him across the back of the head.
"You do want a blowjob, right?" John asked.
"Don't be ridiculous, of course I do, just..." he shifted, grunted, and then leaned back against the wall. "There, better. Supply closet sex is a lot hotter in theory."
John smiled against Rodney's belly. "I don't know. It seems pretty hot where I am."
Rodney squeaked when John swallowed him all the way down.
_--**--_
"Fuck," John groaned, fingers curling against the wall. "Jesus Christ, yeah, Rodney."
Rodney's hand splayed against John's belly as he bottomed out inside him. He rested his forehead against John's shoulder, trying to catch his breath, but groaned when John rocked his hips back.
"Rodney, move, please." John's hand slipped on the wall, leaving behind a sweaty streak and he dropped his head, panting. "Please, Rodney. Come on."
Rodney opened his mouth against John's shoulder, licking away the sheen of sweat as he pulled out. "Fuck," he breathed against John's skin, sensation making him shiver before sinking all the way back in.
John groaned, arching his back, grinding his ass into the cradle of Rodney's hips. "Harder, Rodney, I want to feel it. Fuck me."
Rodney adjusted his position slightly, pushing his knees farther between John's thighs, forcing them wider. John's breath caught as more of his weight rested on Rodney. "Like that?" Rodney whispered in John's ear. He pulled out fast and drove back in hard. "Is that what you want?"
"Yes, fuck yes," John said, sounding totally wrecked.
They moved together, falling into a demanding rhythm. The only sounds filling Rodney's lab was the low hum of electronics and the sound of moans, their skin slapping together.
_--**--_
John couldn't say that he *minded* sex in the supply closet, or in Rodney's office, or wherever, but, he was chagrined to admit, he was the wrong side of 40 and all that floor time was taking its toll. He didn't know why they'd never actually managed to have sex in a bed, after three months of being in oneanother's pants, but he supposed it was some sort of sad commentary on their life in Pegasus that they hadn't.
Breaking in to Rodney's quarters was easy enough. The door was locked but gave way with a mental nudge. He was surprised when he heard water running in the bathroom and then had to slap a hand over his mouth when he heard Rodney's caterwauling.
"Back in the back of a Cadillac, number one with a bullet, I'm a power pack!" Rodney sang with great fervor. "Yes, I'm in a bang with a gang, they've got to catch me if they want me to hang..."
Still stifling his laughter John moved to sit on the foot of the bed, where he'd be able to see Rodney as he stepped out of the shower.
"So look at me now, I'm just makin' my play. Don't try to push your luck, just get out of my way." The water shut off and through the translucent door John could see Rodney strike a pose. It looked like he was singing into an air mic. "Well, I'm back!" A snort of laughter escaped John when Rodney sang the guitar riff, but Rodney didn't seem to hear him. "Yes, I'm back!" The shower door flung open on the next guitar riff and, oh my god, now Rodney, stark naked and dripping wet, was playing an air guitar. "Well, I'm b...holy shit!" He almost wiped out, but managed to catch himself in time. "What the hell, Sheppard?"
John had fallen back on the bed, clutching his stomach, howling with laughter. "I never... I never figured you for a... an AC/DC fan, Rodney," he managed before he was overcome with another bout of laughter. He only barely heard Rodney moving around the room, grumbling under his breath as John struggled to get his giggles under control.
"When I start laughing in senior staff for no apparent reason," he said, wiping tears out of his eyes, "you'll know why. That air guitar memory is going to sustain me for a very long time," he said, starting to snicker again.
"Bastard," Rodney said and threw his wet towel at John's head. "I hope you didn't come here for sex because after, one, nearly giving me a heart attack and, two, laughing at me, it's not going to happen."
"Aw, come on, Rodney," John said and tossed Rodney's towel onto a nearby chair. He leaned back on his hands and spread his legs. "You're still mostly naked and I could be naked soon and look," he bounced. "A bed."
Rodney stared at him as if he'd lost his mind. "Yes, it's a bed. Very good."
John rolled his eyes. "Yeah, thanks, I know what this is. This thing we've never had sex in. This nice, soft thing that's so much better than the floor."
Rodney blinked and opened his mouth as if to argue but then his brows drew down. "How have we had all this sex and never done it in a bed?" They'd jerked each other off against a tree on the mainland forchrissake. How had they missed doing it in a bed?
John shrugged and scooted back farther on the bed, legs still spread in an invitation. "Don't know, but here's our chance."
"Hmm," Rodney said, pretending to consider it and then crossed the room to kneel between John's legs. He ran his hands up John's thighs and smiled.
"This is already considerably more comfortable."
"I hear people do it this way more often than not."
Rodney hummed as he unbuttoned John's pants. "Interesting. I suppose we could take more time here, too. No fear of discovery or permanent bodily damage due to hard floor," he said as his fingers teased the sensitive skin just below the waist of John's boxer.
"There's that, too," John said, his voice rough.
Rodney leaned down to kiss John hard and dirty and then slipped his hand fully inside John's boxers. "You broke in here with the express intention of sex in a bed, didn't you?"
John rocked his hips up against Rodney's hand. "Yeah."
"You're a romantic," Rodney teased as he nipped his was down John's neck.
"Sure." John bit his lip as the heel of Rodney's hand brushed over the head of his cock. "I prefer soft bedding under me rather than cold floor. Totally a romantic."
Rodney smiled against John's skin. "Does thinking about all the things I can do to you in this bed make me a romantic, too?"
John watched with half focused eyes as Rodney sucked on his finger and then reached between them. He groaned, hips thrusting up, when Rodney's finger pushed inside him. "Nah," he said as Rodney's lips closed over his nipple. "Pervert."
Rodney laughed. "Okay, I can live with that."
"Glad to hear it."
"You'll be especially glad when you hear what my perverted self has come up with. But you need to be naked, first."
"Sure," John said, but he was a little limp on the bed, too suffused with pleasure and anticipation to move.
"A lazy romantic," Rodney amended.
John smiled slowly. "I've never even tried to hide my deep lazy streak."
"I suppose I can't even argue that," Rodney said. He pulled his finger out of John reluctantly and stripped him slowly, devouring every inch of skin as he went, making John shiver with want.
"Who knew you were so patient," John said when Rodney finally settled between his thighs again.
"Mmm," Rodney said, pulling three slick fingers from inside John. "I can be plenty patient when I know the reward will be worth it."
"I'm flattered," John said, but then Rodney pushed into him and his brain melted a little and all he could do was dig his fingers into Rodney's broad shoulders.
"Bed is good," Rodney said, after torturing John with too many slow, teasing thrusts.
"You can't tell me all my ideas suck, then, anymore."
"Fine," Rodney said as he started another slow withdrawal. "You've had one good idea since I've known you." He hovered, just the head of his cock inside John. "I suppose you'll be insufferable, now."
John answered by tightening his legs around Rodney and thrusting up, impaling himself on Rodney. His entire body shuddered as Rodney filled him, surrounded him. "I'll leave insufferableness up to you."
Rodney bit John's shoulder. "Not funny."
There was another slow cycle of in and out. John was just about crazy from it; he didn't understand how Rodney could be so cool.
"God, Rodney. I love you," John said and then froze as his words registered.
Rodney didn't seem to notice one way or another. His excruciatingly slow thrusts slowly gained speed. John encouraged him along as best he could, thrusting up into him.
"John. Oh my god, John," Rodney gasped as they neared the end.
"Yeah, Rodney," John growled. "Let me feel it."
"I love you, too," Rodney whispered into the hollow just under John's ear right before his body tensed. John convulsed with him, warm wetness spreading across his belly as he clutched at Rodney, both of them shaking with their release.
They lay together for a long time afterward, not caring about the mess between them. Finally, Rodney sighed.
"It's been for a while, you know, so it wasn't... wasn't spontaneous."
"Me too, Rodney," John said, threading his fingers through Rodney's sweat wet hair. And then, his satiety turning into boldness, he turned his lips to Rodney's ear. "I love you, Rodney."
"Proves you're smart, at least," Rodney said gruffly. "Who wouldn't want my genes." But then he slowly relaxed against John, nuzzling the crook between John's shoulder and neck. "I love you, too," he said finally, exhaling it like a shameful admission.
John smiled and turned Rodney's head to he could kiss his mouth. "I promise never to tell how mushy bed sex makes you."
"I have an image to maintain," Rodney said against John's lips but John could taste his smile.
Author: ultimatemarysue
Pairing: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Rating: nc-17
Spoilers: none
Word count: 1851
Summary: John wonders why they've never had sex in a bed and seeks to rectify the situation
Note: I didn't mean to write the schmoop at the end, but I kinda like it. I hope you kinda like it, too!
Their first time had been out on the east pier in the wee hours of the morning. They'd spent the entire night fighting about their latest mission in which Rodney hadn't followed John's orders and nearly died.
John had retreated to the east pier, trying to get away from Rodney, but Rodney had followed and they'd yelled until they weren't any more and John had Rodney pushed up against a wall, kissing him desperately.
"Wait, what?" Rodney gasped as John kissed his way down Rodney's neck.
"God, Rodney," John said and pushed his hands under Rodney's shirt. "You really are oblivious."
"Hey, I... I..." His voice trailed off as John pressed their hips together. "I'm with the program now."
John came with Rodney's mouth on him, just as the sun crested over the water.
_--**--_
"Oh, ow, ow, wait..."
"Jesus, Rodney, I'm the one on the floor. What?"
"There's something poking me in the ass." John snorted and Rodney thwaped him across the back of the head.
"You do want a blowjob, right?" John asked.
"Don't be ridiculous, of course I do, just..." he shifted, grunted, and then leaned back against the wall. "There, better. Supply closet sex is a lot hotter in theory."
John smiled against Rodney's belly. "I don't know. It seems pretty hot where I am."
Rodney squeaked when John swallowed him all the way down.
_--**--_
"Fuck," John groaned, fingers curling against the wall. "Jesus Christ, yeah, Rodney."
Rodney's hand splayed against John's belly as he bottomed out inside him. He rested his forehead against John's shoulder, trying to catch his breath, but groaned when John rocked his hips back.
"Rodney, move, please." John's hand slipped on the wall, leaving behind a sweaty streak and he dropped his head, panting. "Please, Rodney. Come on."
Rodney opened his mouth against John's shoulder, licking away the sheen of sweat as he pulled out. "Fuck," he breathed against John's skin, sensation making him shiver before sinking all the way back in.
John groaned, arching his back, grinding his ass into the cradle of Rodney's hips. "Harder, Rodney, I want to feel it. Fuck me."
Rodney adjusted his position slightly, pushing his knees farther between John's thighs, forcing them wider. John's breath caught as more of his weight rested on Rodney. "Like that?" Rodney whispered in John's ear. He pulled out fast and drove back in hard. "Is that what you want?"
"Yes, fuck yes," John said, sounding totally wrecked.
They moved together, falling into a demanding rhythm. The only sounds filling Rodney's lab was the low hum of electronics and the sound of moans, their skin slapping together.
_--**--_
John couldn't say that he *minded* sex in the supply closet, or in Rodney's office, or wherever, but, he was chagrined to admit, he was the wrong side of 40 and all that floor time was taking its toll. He didn't know why they'd never actually managed to have sex in a bed, after three months of being in oneanother's pants, but he supposed it was some sort of sad commentary on their life in Pegasus that they hadn't.
Breaking in to Rodney's quarters was easy enough. The door was locked but gave way with a mental nudge. He was surprised when he heard water running in the bathroom and then had to slap a hand over his mouth when he heard Rodney's caterwauling.
"Back in the back of a Cadillac, number one with a bullet, I'm a power pack!" Rodney sang with great fervor. "Yes, I'm in a bang with a gang, they've got to catch me if they want me to hang..."
Still stifling his laughter John moved to sit on the foot of the bed, where he'd be able to see Rodney as he stepped out of the shower.
"So look at me now, I'm just makin' my play. Don't try to push your luck, just get out of my way." The water shut off and through the translucent door John could see Rodney strike a pose. It looked like he was singing into an air mic. "Well, I'm back!" A snort of laughter escaped John when Rodney sang the guitar riff, but Rodney didn't seem to hear him. "Yes, I'm back!" The shower door flung open on the next guitar riff and, oh my god, now Rodney, stark naked and dripping wet, was playing an air guitar. "Well, I'm b...holy shit!" He almost wiped out, but managed to catch himself in time. "What the hell, Sheppard?"
John had fallen back on the bed, clutching his stomach, howling with laughter. "I never... I never figured you for a... an AC/DC fan, Rodney," he managed before he was overcome with another bout of laughter. He only barely heard Rodney moving around the room, grumbling under his breath as John struggled to get his giggles under control.
"When I start laughing in senior staff for no apparent reason," he said, wiping tears out of his eyes, "you'll know why. That air guitar memory is going to sustain me for a very long time," he said, starting to snicker again.
"Bastard," Rodney said and threw his wet towel at John's head. "I hope you didn't come here for sex because after, one, nearly giving me a heart attack and, two, laughing at me, it's not going to happen."
"Aw, come on, Rodney," John said and tossed Rodney's towel onto a nearby chair. He leaned back on his hands and spread his legs. "You're still mostly naked and I could be naked soon and look," he bounced. "A bed."
Rodney stared at him as if he'd lost his mind. "Yes, it's a bed. Very good."
John rolled his eyes. "Yeah, thanks, I know what this is. This thing we've never had sex in. This nice, soft thing that's so much better than the floor."
Rodney blinked and opened his mouth as if to argue but then his brows drew down. "How have we had all this sex and never done it in a bed?" They'd jerked each other off against a tree on the mainland forchrissake. How had they missed doing it in a bed?
John shrugged and scooted back farther on the bed, legs still spread in an invitation. "Don't know, but here's our chance."
"Hmm," Rodney said, pretending to consider it and then crossed the room to kneel between John's legs. He ran his hands up John's thighs and smiled.
"This is already considerably more comfortable."
"I hear people do it this way more often than not."
Rodney hummed as he unbuttoned John's pants. "Interesting. I suppose we could take more time here, too. No fear of discovery or permanent bodily damage due to hard floor," he said as his fingers teased the sensitive skin just below the waist of John's boxer.
"There's that, too," John said, his voice rough.
Rodney leaned down to kiss John hard and dirty and then slipped his hand fully inside John's boxers. "You broke in here with the express intention of sex in a bed, didn't you?"
John rocked his hips up against Rodney's hand. "Yeah."
"You're a romantic," Rodney teased as he nipped his was down John's neck.
"Sure." John bit his lip as the heel of Rodney's hand brushed over the head of his cock. "I prefer soft bedding under me rather than cold floor. Totally a romantic."
Rodney smiled against John's skin. "Does thinking about all the things I can do to you in this bed make me a romantic, too?"
John watched with half focused eyes as Rodney sucked on his finger and then reached between them. He groaned, hips thrusting up, when Rodney's finger pushed inside him. "Nah," he said as Rodney's lips closed over his nipple. "Pervert."
Rodney laughed. "Okay, I can live with that."
"Glad to hear it."
"You'll be especially glad when you hear what my perverted self has come up with. But you need to be naked, first."
"Sure," John said, but he was a little limp on the bed, too suffused with pleasure and anticipation to move.
"A lazy romantic," Rodney amended.
John smiled slowly. "I've never even tried to hide my deep lazy streak."
"I suppose I can't even argue that," Rodney said. He pulled his finger out of John reluctantly and stripped him slowly, devouring every inch of skin as he went, making John shiver with want.
"Who knew you were so patient," John said when Rodney finally settled between his thighs again.
"Mmm," Rodney said, pulling three slick fingers from inside John. "I can be plenty patient when I know the reward will be worth it."
"I'm flattered," John said, but then Rodney pushed into him and his brain melted a little and all he could do was dig his fingers into Rodney's broad shoulders.
"Bed is good," Rodney said, after torturing John with too many slow, teasing thrusts.
"You can't tell me all my ideas suck, then, anymore."
"Fine," Rodney said as he started another slow withdrawal. "You've had one good idea since I've known you." He hovered, just the head of his cock inside John. "I suppose you'll be insufferable, now."
John answered by tightening his legs around Rodney and thrusting up, impaling himself on Rodney. His entire body shuddered as Rodney filled him, surrounded him. "I'll leave insufferableness up to you."
Rodney bit John's shoulder. "Not funny."
There was another slow cycle of in and out. John was just about crazy from it; he didn't understand how Rodney could be so cool.
"God, Rodney. I love you," John said and then froze as his words registered.
Rodney didn't seem to notice one way or another. His excruciatingly slow thrusts slowly gained speed. John encouraged him along as best he could, thrusting up into him.
"John. Oh my god, John," Rodney gasped as they neared the end.
"Yeah, Rodney," John growled. "Let me feel it."
"I love you, too," Rodney whispered into the hollow just under John's ear right before his body tensed. John convulsed with him, warm wetness spreading across his belly as he clutched at Rodney, both of them shaking with their release.
They lay together for a long time afterward, not caring about the mess between them. Finally, Rodney sighed.
"It's been for a while, you know, so it wasn't... wasn't spontaneous."
"Me too, Rodney," John said, threading his fingers through Rodney's sweat wet hair. And then, his satiety turning into boldness, he turned his lips to Rodney's ear. "I love you, Rodney."
"Proves you're smart, at least," Rodney said gruffly. "Who wouldn't want my genes." But then he slowly relaxed against John, nuzzling the crook between John's shoulder and neck. "I love you, too," he said finally, exhaling it like a shameful admission.
John smiled and turned Rodney's head to he could kiss his mouth. "I promise never to tell how mushy bed sex makes you."
"I have an image to maintain," Rodney said against John's lips but John could taste his smile.