Friday Recap...
We had picture prompts! And bearded!Rodney seemed to be universally guh-inducing, as was having 'objects' in mouths.
pixiequeen10thk gave us more luscious art, here - uhm, yeah… NSFW
When all was said and done, melagan thought it was time for some shaving - oh my!
chkc was busy with reading, studying and midterms. We're sure she aced the midterms \0/ and will just leave a little hint here for bearded!Rodney chibi for when things slow down. ;)
We started us off with a little prompt about John's reaction to Rodney's return from being off-world for a few days. Comment!fic was written, round-robin, style by melagan, theeverdream, mezzo_cammin, and myself. I've put it all together, uninterrupted, and call it
Homecoming
we started off with:
Rodney left a week ago on a companion mission with two other science teams - a real sleeper until they'd actually found something interesting, of which, of course, they needed to cart samples back to Atlantis for further analysis - and he drags through the gate dirty, exasperated, half crazed (spending so much up close time with the minions) and… bearded (they were lucky to get baths).
Woolsey and the rest of Rodney's team have come down to welcome him and the others back. And John… John doesn't see the dirty or exasperated… he sees the man who hasn't been in his bed for more than a week and the heavy, reddish-brown scruff covering his face. John's never seen Rodney other than clean-shaven; he wonders idly if beard-burn would be too telling… but then... maybe some place it didn't show. One thing's sure… if he doesn't stop staring - the way the hair frames Rodney's mouth, plumping his lower lip even more - now, things could get pretty embarrassing.
Rodney stops to exchange quick greetings and smirk at Ronon's offer of one of his knives before heading off to the nearest transporter, mumbling about hot showers and sleeping for days. John waits just long enough not to be obviously obvious, then follows… the only thing on his mind - getting to Rodney before Rodney gets to his razor. Well, that and the image of a few errant drops of come caught in the... and the scratch on the tip of his tongue when he...
melagan:
He wasn't chasing Rodney. Well, he wasn't what you'd call running down the hall... so, okay, taking a shortcut that Atlantis just happened to show him when he asked nicely didn't mean... well damn.
But Rodney with a beard just did all kinds of quivery things to John's insides and he had to find out what it felt like.
neevebrody:
The city didn't usually fuck with John this way, and okay, maybe he wasn't paying attention, and yes, now he was running, skidding to a halt in front of Rodney's quarters.
He sweeps a hand over the crystals as he gulps down a deep breath and finds Rodney standing in front of the bathroom mirror, nothing but a towel around his waist and a pair of scissors in his hand.
And jeez, his "stop!" may have been a bit on the melodramatic side, but it does make Rodney drop the scissors...
melagan:
"John? What's wrong?"
Rodney standing there in a just a towel and wide-eyed puzzlement didn't do a damn thing to slow down the beating of John's heart. If anything it make John more eager to reach out and touch.
"Don't shave the beard off Rodney. I want--," John paused not quite sure how to explain to Rodney exactly what he wanted. The steam from the bathroom was making tiny little curls in Rodney's beard and all John could imagine was how soft it would feel against his skin.
Now he just had to talk Rodney into it.
theeverdream:
When John opens his mouth, nothing comes out. Nothing coherent, anyway. There are sounds... stammering, stuttering, and Rodney's eyes get wider and he babbles at John for answers.
It isn't that John is uncomfortable with asking. He knows Rodney wouldn't laugh at him for this. Well, he's pretty sure. 'Cause if he did, John would just have to bring up that time in the tent on M1J-528 when Rodney asked him to do that really odd thing with the oddly shaped fruit, and John did it with no laughs (which was difficult) and a lot of love (which wasn't).
No, John knows this is more like plain old-fashioned speechlessness. Being this close to Rodney, smelling the sweat and the breath and not minding at all because Rodney is home... with Rodney how John has never before seen him, and it's just too much to process.
So John stops trying to talk. Instead, he cups Rodney's cheek with his hand, fingertips slowly moving over the surface of this intriguing newness. And when Rodney whispers John's name as a question, he doesn't answer. Instead, John just moves his own cheek to the other side of Rodney's face, and nuzzles like a cat.
mezzo_cammin:
"Oh." Rodney says. And Rodney gets it. John knows this, because Rodney returns John's nuzzle with a scrape of his beard against John's throat, puts his whiskered mouth against John's ear and whispers, "Something you want, John?"
The thing is, John knows that Rodney has already figured out exactly what John wants - Rodney just wants him to fucking say it. When they first got together, John was afraid Rodney might have personal hygiene issues with some of the kinkier things that John liked to do. What he has learned, though, what Rodney has made perfectly clear to him, is that Rodney will do anything, anything, for John. All John has to do is say the words. Turns out, Rodney has his own kinks, and making John tell him exactly what he wants Rodney to do to him? Is one of them.
So John turns his head until his mouth is a breath away from Rodney's, and he runs his tongue over the stubble there, feels it scratching his lips, and he whispers, "Yeah, Rodney. I want you to suck my cock. Right the hell now. I want you to rub your beard against it until it hurts so good I can't take it anymore, and then I want you-" John swallows and slides his hands onto Rodney's shoulders and leans into him as he husks, "I want you to lick my hole so hard you leave fucking burn marks on my ass that I'll feel for a week. I want you to jerk me off while you're doing that, and then I want to come all over your face. I want you to - I need -"
But Rodney isn't letting John finish.
Rodney is murmuring, "Jesus, John," and he's pushing John back against the counter and fucking John's mouth with his tongue, and he's holding John so tight against him that all John can do is relax and let Rodney do what he wants with him, let Rodney give him exactly what he asked for.
neevebrody:
John groans when Rodney spins him around, arms splayed on the wall in front of him, legs spread as wide as the pants pooled around his ankles will allow. Rodney had done just what he'd asked, sucked him so good, rubbed John's cock over his face, the burn, and just thinking of the scrape against his balls sends another shiver up John's spine.
He pushes back into Rodney. Desperate? Hell yeah, he's desperate. His lips and face sting from Rodney's kisses, his nipples still tingle and his dick's so sensitive, just one touch might make him go.
John never doubted Rodney would do it… just, Jesus, he'd had no idea Rodney would enjoy it so much. Teasing John, then giving it to him the way he'd asked. And John's not sure, but he thinks there might have been a little begging.
Rodney's moving his lips over John's bare ass now, leaving a kiss here and there then burrowing in, rubbing his face back and forth, bearing down so John feels the sting, all while teasing John open with his thumbs. Wet and slick, one circles his hole. "Jesus, Rodney…"
He works the other one around, pulling John, opening him so he can feel more than Rodney's tongue… and then it's right there... John grits his teeth at the coarse hair against the sensitive skin… back and forth… up and down… and, Christ almighty, nothing… nothing ever…
"Fuck," he gasps while he still has breath. Rodney still hasn't touched his dick, and somehow John knows if Rodney keeps this up… he won't have to.
He blows hot air onto his own skin. Even his arms feel like they're on fire. He 's suddenly aware of his thighs straining to open wider and every nerve ending in his body feels lit like a sensor array.
After one more slow circle, Rodney plunges his tongue inside, grinding his face between John's cheeks, throwing electric sparks over every inch of him… and that's when Rodney reaches between John's legs and curls his hand around John's cock - the heat and the touch sends him into another tailspin. He knows if he doesn't speak up now, he's going to lose it.
"Rodney…" His voice isn't all there, but Rodney's already a step ahead. One more wet flick and Rodney's spinning him again. And, Christ… Rodney… on his knees, eyes dark, pupils blown with lust, face flushed, jacking John's hard cock in the direction of his parted lips…
The sound of John's pulse crashes in his ears as Rodney slows a bit. Rodney raises both eyebrows and, holy fuck! John takes his dick from Rodney, hardly disturbing the rhythm. Rodney's eyes are on him and John just prays he can keep his own open. So, so close now… so…
"Do it, John… come on my face…"
…his balls tighten and he feels the tingle everywhere. So… fucking…
"I'm ready… c'mon, John… give it to me…"
…there, there, there! John's thighs tremble as his shoulders curl off the wall. The first few spurts glance off Rodney cheek - the spasms make his aim for shit - but then Rodney moves closer and, fuck, that's so hot… come on Rodney's lips, caught in the mass of hair on his chin. God. And just when John thinks it's over - blinking around the silver sparkly things that threaten to turn everything dark - Rodney's hand circles John's cock, smears it carefully over his mouth and cheeks, and that wrenches John's hips forward with the last drops.
Thank god the wall's there. It's the only thing keeping him upright. His chest still heaving, he reaches out to stroke Rodney's jaw, watches Rodney lick him clean. "Fuck…" That's all he can manage, and even that feels and sounds like grating metal, but he's pretty sure Rodney understands.
When Rodney gets up - both of them smile at the telltale pop and creak - he leans into John, smoothing a hand over his chest. John feels his heart beat against the warmth as he welcomes Rodney's kiss, running his tongue one last time over the prickly outline of those swollen lips, thankful… so thankful for what he's been given.
~~
"Why, Doctor McKay…" Mr. Woolsey looks up from his PDA as he escorts the others into the conference room for the debrief. "I thought that beard would be the first to go."
Rodney scrubs his hand over his freshly washed chin and hurriedly finds his place. "Yes, well." He tries to keep from looking in John's direction. "Some of us are just full of surprises, aren't we?"
pixiequeen10thk gave us more luscious art, here - uhm, yeah… NSFW
When all was said and done, melagan thought it was time for some shaving - oh my!
chkc was busy with reading, studying and midterms. We're sure she aced the midterms \0/ and will just leave a little hint here for bearded!Rodney chibi for when things slow down. ;)
We started us off with a little prompt about John's reaction to Rodney's return from being off-world for a few days. Comment!fic was written, round-robin, style by melagan, theeverdream, mezzo_cammin, and myself. I've put it all together, uninterrupted, and call it
Homecoming
we started off with:
Rodney left a week ago on a companion mission with two other science teams - a real sleeper until they'd actually found something interesting, of which, of course, they needed to cart samples back to Atlantis for further analysis - and he drags through the gate dirty, exasperated, half crazed (spending so much up close time with the minions) and… bearded (they were lucky to get baths).
Woolsey and the rest of Rodney's team have come down to welcome him and the others back. And John… John doesn't see the dirty or exasperated… he sees the man who hasn't been in his bed for more than a week and the heavy, reddish-brown scruff covering his face. John's never seen Rodney other than clean-shaven; he wonders idly if beard-burn would be too telling… but then... maybe some place it didn't show. One thing's sure… if he doesn't stop staring - the way the hair frames Rodney's mouth, plumping his lower lip even more - now, things could get pretty embarrassing.
Rodney stops to exchange quick greetings and smirk at Ronon's offer of one of his knives before heading off to the nearest transporter, mumbling about hot showers and sleeping for days. John waits just long enough not to be obviously obvious, then follows… the only thing on his mind - getting to Rodney before Rodney gets to his razor. Well, that and the image of a few errant drops of come caught in the... and the scratch on the tip of his tongue when he...
melagan:
He wasn't chasing Rodney. Well, he wasn't what you'd call running down the hall... so, okay, taking a shortcut that Atlantis just happened to show him when he asked nicely didn't mean... well damn.
But Rodney with a beard just did all kinds of quivery things to John's insides and he had to find out what it felt like.
neevebrody:
The city didn't usually fuck with John this way, and okay, maybe he wasn't paying attention, and yes, now he was running, skidding to a halt in front of Rodney's quarters.
He sweeps a hand over the crystals as he gulps down a deep breath and finds Rodney standing in front of the bathroom mirror, nothing but a towel around his waist and a pair of scissors in his hand.
And jeez, his "stop!" may have been a bit on the melodramatic side, but it does make Rodney drop the scissors...
melagan:
"John? What's wrong?"
Rodney standing there in a just a towel and wide-eyed puzzlement didn't do a damn thing to slow down the beating of John's heart. If anything it make John more eager to reach out and touch.
"Don't shave the beard off Rodney. I want--," John paused not quite sure how to explain to Rodney exactly what he wanted. The steam from the bathroom was making tiny little curls in Rodney's beard and all John could imagine was how soft it would feel against his skin.
Now he just had to talk Rodney into it.
theeverdream:
When John opens his mouth, nothing comes out. Nothing coherent, anyway. There are sounds... stammering, stuttering, and Rodney's eyes get wider and he babbles at John for answers.
It isn't that John is uncomfortable with asking. He knows Rodney wouldn't laugh at him for this. Well, he's pretty sure. 'Cause if he did, John would just have to bring up that time in the tent on M1J-528 when Rodney asked him to do that really odd thing with the oddly shaped fruit, and John did it with no laughs (which was difficult) and a lot of love (which wasn't).
No, John knows this is more like plain old-fashioned speechlessness. Being this close to Rodney, smelling the sweat and the breath and not minding at all because Rodney is home... with Rodney how John has never before seen him, and it's just too much to process.
So John stops trying to talk. Instead, he cups Rodney's cheek with his hand, fingertips slowly moving over the surface of this intriguing newness. And when Rodney whispers John's name as a question, he doesn't answer. Instead, John just moves his own cheek to the other side of Rodney's face, and nuzzles like a cat.
mezzo_cammin:
"Oh." Rodney says. And Rodney gets it. John knows this, because Rodney returns John's nuzzle with a scrape of his beard against John's throat, puts his whiskered mouth against John's ear and whispers, "Something you want, John?"
The thing is, John knows that Rodney has already figured out exactly what John wants - Rodney just wants him to fucking say it. When they first got together, John was afraid Rodney might have personal hygiene issues with some of the kinkier things that John liked to do. What he has learned, though, what Rodney has made perfectly clear to him, is that Rodney will do anything, anything, for John. All John has to do is say the words. Turns out, Rodney has his own kinks, and making John tell him exactly what he wants Rodney to do to him? Is one of them.
So John turns his head until his mouth is a breath away from Rodney's, and he runs his tongue over the stubble there, feels it scratching his lips, and he whispers, "Yeah, Rodney. I want you to suck my cock. Right the hell now. I want you to rub your beard against it until it hurts so good I can't take it anymore, and then I want you-" John swallows and slides his hands onto Rodney's shoulders and leans into him as he husks, "I want you to lick my hole so hard you leave fucking burn marks on my ass that I'll feel for a week. I want you to jerk me off while you're doing that, and then I want to come all over your face. I want you to - I need -"
But Rodney isn't letting John finish.
Rodney is murmuring, "Jesus, John," and he's pushing John back against the counter and fucking John's mouth with his tongue, and he's holding John so tight against him that all John can do is relax and let Rodney do what he wants with him, let Rodney give him exactly what he asked for.
neevebrody:
John groans when Rodney spins him around, arms splayed on the wall in front of him, legs spread as wide as the pants pooled around his ankles will allow. Rodney had done just what he'd asked, sucked him so good, rubbed John's cock over his face, the burn, and just thinking of the scrape against his balls sends another shiver up John's spine.
He pushes back into Rodney. Desperate? Hell yeah, he's desperate. His lips and face sting from Rodney's kisses, his nipples still tingle and his dick's so sensitive, just one touch might make him go.
John never doubted Rodney would do it… just, Jesus, he'd had no idea Rodney would enjoy it so much. Teasing John, then giving it to him the way he'd asked. And John's not sure, but he thinks there might have been a little begging.
Rodney's moving his lips over John's bare ass now, leaving a kiss here and there then burrowing in, rubbing his face back and forth, bearing down so John feels the sting, all while teasing John open with his thumbs. Wet and slick, one circles his hole. "Jesus, Rodney…"
He works the other one around, pulling John, opening him so he can feel more than Rodney's tongue… and then it's right there... John grits his teeth at the coarse hair against the sensitive skin… back and forth… up and down… and, Christ almighty, nothing… nothing ever…
"Fuck," he gasps while he still has breath. Rodney still hasn't touched his dick, and somehow John knows if Rodney keeps this up… he won't have to.
He blows hot air onto his own skin. Even his arms feel like they're on fire. He 's suddenly aware of his thighs straining to open wider and every nerve ending in his body feels lit like a sensor array.
After one more slow circle, Rodney plunges his tongue inside, grinding his face between John's cheeks, throwing electric sparks over every inch of him… and that's when Rodney reaches between John's legs and curls his hand around John's cock - the heat and the touch sends him into another tailspin. He knows if he doesn't speak up now, he's going to lose it.
"Rodney…" His voice isn't all there, but Rodney's already a step ahead. One more wet flick and Rodney's spinning him again. And, Christ… Rodney… on his knees, eyes dark, pupils blown with lust, face flushed, jacking John's hard cock in the direction of his parted lips…
The sound of John's pulse crashes in his ears as Rodney slows a bit. Rodney raises both eyebrows and, holy fuck! John takes his dick from Rodney, hardly disturbing the rhythm. Rodney's eyes are on him and John just prays he can keep his own open. So, so close now… so…
"Do it, John… come on my face…"
…his balls tighten and he feels the tingle everywhere. So… fucking…
"I'm ready… c'mon, John… give it to me…"
…there, there, there! John's thighs tremble as his shoulders curl off the wall. The first few spurts glance off Rodney cheek - the spasms make his aim for shit - but then Rodney moves closer and, fuck, that's so hot… come on Rodney's lips, caught in the mass of hair on his chin. God. And just when John thinks it's over - blinking around the silver sparkly things that threaten to turn everything dark - Rodney's hand circles John's cock, smears it carefully over his mouth and cheeks, and that wrenches John's hips forward with the last drops.
Thank god the wall's there. It's the only thing keeping him upright. His chest still heaving, he reaches out to stroke Rodney's jaw, watches Rodney lick him clean. "Fuck…" That's all he can manage, and even that feels and sounds like grating metal, but he's pretty sure Rodney understands.
When Rodney gets up - both of them smile at the telltale pop and creak - he leans into John, smoothing a hand over his chest. John feels his heart beat against the warmth as he welcomes Rodney's kiss, running his tongue one last time over the prickly outline of those swollen lips, thankful… so thankful for what he's been given.
~~
"Why, Doctor McKay…" Mr. Woolsey looks up from his PDA as he escorts the others into the conference room for the debrief. "I thought that beard would be the first to go."
Rodney scrubs his hand over his freshly washed chin and hurriedly finds his place. "Yes, well." He tries to keep from looking in John's direction. "Some of us are just full of surprises, aren't we?"