Fic: Counting III
PG-rated smooches.
A sequel to Counting and Counting II, which I wrote for a previous round of McSmooches.
Rodney paced across his room, rubbing his hands together. It was John's turn to come to his room tonight and Rodney didn't know what he was going to do. He couldn't take it anymore.
The quick, perfectly innocent peck on the lips that he'd given John had been transformed over the last two weeks into deep, wicked, sensual kisses. Last night when he'd gone to John's quarters for what Rodney had come to think of as their good-night kiss, he'd been treated to a kiss so damned erotic that he'd gone back to his quarters and spent the next hour thinking about the kiss, about all the things they could've done if he hadn't left, while slowly jerking himself off.
Kisses were nice. Kisses were great. Rodney liked kisses.
But if they didn't do more than kiss soon Rodney was going to explode.
The door chimed, and Rodney reached past the opening door, grabbed John's shirt and pulled him into the room. Except the man he grabbed he was too short to be John.
"Radek? What are you doing here?" Rodney released him and wiped his hand on his shirt, trying to look as though he always grabbed visitors and pulled them into his room.
Radek held up a flash drive. "Simulation results."
"Of course," Rodney said, snatching the drive from Radek's hand. Radek had promised to bring the results to Rodney after threatening to shoot him if he didn't stop pacing back and forth across the center of the lab. "Sorry, I've been distracted."
Holding up a hand, Radek said, "If it involves your personal life, I do not want to know."
"There's nothing wrong with my personal life."
"I did--" Before Radek could finish speaking the door slid open and John stepped inside.
Seeing Radek, he stopped. "Hello, Radek."
"Colonel," Radek said.
"Radek just stopped in to insult my personal life," Rodney said.
John quirked an eyebrow.
"I brought you the simulation results and now I am leaving," Radek said. He stepped past John to the door. "Good-night, Colonel."
John watched Radek leave before turning back to Rodney with one eyebrow cocked.
"He's a little tense," Rodney said.
The eyebrow went down and John nodded once, taking a step closer to Rodney. This was his moment, the point at which Rodney should hold up his hand, stop John, and ask what this was, what it meant, if they were ever going to do more than kiss. But John was so close, and Rodney really didn't have that kind of discipline.
He groaned when John's lips met his, so damn soft. Wrapping one arm around, John's neck and the other around John's shoulders, he pulled John as close to him as he could manage.
John was holding him just as tightly, the kiss making its inevitable progression from sweet to lush to downright naughty.
The kiss ended and John drew back, head ducked. Rodney knew what was coming. John was going to let go, turn around and disappear through Rodney's door.
Rodney tightened his hold on John, determined not to let go.
John gave him a quizzical look, and really no one should be able to ask questions with their eyebrows.
"We--" Rodney answered.
Swallowing visibly, John nodded.
"Stay," Rodney said, his voice low and hoarse. Maybe he was coming down with something.
John kissed him again. Where their previous kisses had asked, this one promised.
Tugging John's t-shirt free of his pants, Rodney rubbed the small of John's back with his fingers. These were promises he was going to enjoy keeping.
A sequel to Counting and Counting II, which I wrote for a previous round of McSmooches.
Rodney paced across his room, rubbing his hands together. It was John's turn to come to his room tonight and Rodney didn't know what he was going to do. He couldn't take it anymore.
The quick, perfectly innocent peck on the lips that he'd given John had been transformed over the last two weeks into deep, wicked, sensual kisses. Last night when he'd gone to John's quarters for what Rodney had come to think of as their good-night kiss, he'd been treated to a kiss so damned erotic that he'd gone back to his quarters and spent the next hour thinking about the kiss, about all the things they could've done if he hadn't left, while slowly jerking himself off.
Kisses were nice. Kisses were great. Rodney liked kisses.
But if they didn't do more than kiss soon Rodney was going to explode.
The door chimed, and Rodney reached past the opening door, grabbed John's shirt and pulled him into the room. Except the man he grabbed he was too short to be John.
"Radek? What are you doing here?" Rodney released him and wiped his hand on his shirt, trying to look as though he always grabbed visitors and pulled them into his room.
Radek held up a flash drive. "Simulation results."
"Of course," Rodney said, snatching the drive from Radek's hand. Radek had promised to bring the results to Rodney after threatening to shoot him if he didn't stop pacing back and forth across the center of the lab. "Sorry, I've been distracted."
Holding up a hand, Radek said, "If it involves your personal life, I do not want to know."
"There's nothing wrong with my personal life."
"I did--" Before Radek could finish speaking the door slid open and John stepped inside.
Seeing Radek, he stopped. "Hello, Radek."
"Colonel," Radek said.
"Radek just stopped in to insult my personal life," Rodney said.
John quirked an eyebrow.
"I brought you the simulation results and now I am leaving," Radek said. He stepped past John to the door. "Good-night, Colonel."
John watched Radek leave before turning back to Rodney with one eyebrow cocked.
"He's a little tense," Rodney said.
The eyebrow went down and John nodded once, taking a step closer to Rodney. This was his moment, the point at which Rodney should hold up his hand, stop John, and ask what this was, what it meant, if they were ever going to do more than kiss. But John was so close, and Rodney really didn't have that kind of discipline.
He groaned when John's lips met his, so damn soft. Wrapping one arm around, John's neck and the other around John's shoulders, he pulled John as close to him as he could manage.
John was holding him just as tightly, the kiss making its inevitable progression from sweet to lush to downright naughty.
The kiss ended and John drew back, head ducked. Rodney knew what was coming. John was going to let go, turn around and disappear through Rodney's door.
Rodney tightened his hold on John, determined not to let go.
John gave him a quizzical look, and really no one should be able to ask questions with their eyebrows.
"We--" Rodney answered.
Swallowing visibly, John nodded.
"Stay," Rodney said, his voice low and hoarse. Maybe he was coming down with something.
John kissed him again. Where their previous kisses had asked, this one promised.
Tugging John's t-shirt free of his pants, Rodney rubbed the small of John's back with his fingers. These were promises he was going to enjoy keeping.