tell
title: Tell
with: John/Rodney
rated: NC-17
herein: Rodney talks during sex; this is not a surprise
disclaim: I only own the dvds; everything belongs to Cooper, Mazzolli, et al
for: undermistletoe day one; dirty talk
Of course it was a piece of Ancient technology.
The Dahvites of PX1-125 had a nice little statue that looked sort of like a boat and sort of like a lounge chair. Visitors who wanted to trade had to lay their hands on it and swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. It was a cakewalk as trust rituals went.
The statue was about eight inches long and perfectly ordinary until John and Rodney put their hands on it as instructed. It glowed soft blue, and John’s head was suddenly crammed with speculation on what material the stone might be, if the stone was part of the technology, was the power source, was just decorative casing. John looked at Rodney, who had a small, intrigued smile on his face and was of course the source of the questions that had popped into John’s brain.
Rodney’s fingers stroked inquisitively over the surface of the statue, and John felt something warm and fond in his chest. It made him want to reach out and touch. John took that fondness and pushed it into the box where he kept all his messy feelings about Rodney, but Rodney’s head snapped up to look at John. Rodney’s eyes were wide, and John jerked his hand away from the statue as if burned.
Teyla cleared her throat and raised an eyebrow at John.
“Did anybody else hear that?” he asked.
Teyla and Ronon both said no. The Dahvites began to murmur amongst themselves.
John figured that the glowy boat statue only worked for people with the gene.
He looked at Rodney again, but Rodney only shook his head once, mouth pressed into a thin line.
John focused on keeping his thoughts organized and laid his hands on the statue again.
So they narrowly avoided a diplomatic mishap, let Teyla wrap up the negotiations, and went back to Atlantis, where John prayed that he and Rodney would never ever talk about their split-second of mindmeld. After all, there was no reason to talk about it. Rodney was insufferably straight, and John was used to compartmentalizing his feelings.
God forbid Rodney ever leave well enough alone. He walked into John’s quarters with a slightly horrified look that John was much too familiar with.
“So, as far as completely unexpected encounters with Ancient technology go, that wasn’t disastrous,” Rodney said. He was practically twitching, and John already wished he would get to the point so they could be done with this. “Granted it wasn’t particularly helpful either. In fact, it was a remarkably neutral experience. Kind of pleasant for a change.”
“Nice of you to knock, Rodney.” John set the magazine he was flipping through on the nightstand.
“Are you just going to sit there?” Rodney gestured at John and the bed like the bed had personally offended them both.
“Well, it is my quarters,” John said. He felt a bit queasy.
“We need to talk and you need to stand up,” Rodney said. “I cannot have this conversation with you lounging around the room.”
John grimaced and thought about arguing, but that could only prolong the awkwardness. “Fine.” He stood up and crossed his arms. “Say what you have to say.”
Rodney stared, and John could only read fear on his face. The moment dragged on. John kept his mind as blank as possible, trying not to let his own fear show. Then Rodney crossed the room and kissed him.
“Oh,” John said against Rodney’s mouth, then cupped his face and kissed him back. He felt lightheaded and slid a hand to the back of Rodney’s neck, thumb stroking over the vertebrae there. Rodney moaned a little and licked his way into John’s mouth.
They broke apart, and Rodney immediately started murmuring against John’s lips. “You, I can’t believe you. I didn’t know. I had no idea.” Rodney’s hands settled on John’s waist.
“You had no idea?” John smiled even though his chest hurt.
“I had no idea.” Rodney kissed him again, a kiss that was pushy and clever and not long enough. “Okay, bed now.”
“Hmmm?” John leaned in so their foreheads touched. His brain shorted out over the happy upturn of Rodney’s mouth.
“Bed.” Rodney’s hands tightened on John’s waist. “Now.”
John kissed him again. “‘Kay.” He wasn’t processing any of this; he knew he wasn’t, and he didn’t care. He could live in the moment; it felt like pulling Gs. John stepped back from Rodney and pulled his shirt over his head before sinking back onto the bed. Rodney stared, eyes wide and lips parted. John smirked, but suspected it came out more like a grin.
“I fantasized about this,” Rodney blurted.
Me too, John thought, but he couldn’t voice the words. He’d only given himself permission in short, stolen moments. Rodney’s eyes raked down John’s body, and John held his hand out. “Come here.”
“Yeah.” Rodney swallowed and licked his lips and knelt on the bed. “I did though, and I never fantasize about men. Well, almost never.” His hand slid up John’s thigh, and John shifted into the touch. “You drive me insane, you know that.”
“You too.” John’s voice was rough. He sat up and reached for Rodney, but Rodney pushed him back to the bed.
“No.” Rodney’s voice went low. “I fantasized about this, and I’m going to deal with you properly.”
It almost sounded like a threat, but it made John grin and his cock twitch. Something deep in his chest was unknotting itself. John had wanted for so long, but he’d never let himself think about it, not the way Rodney obviously had. So John let himself be stretched out and arranged on the bed.
Rodney sat back on his heels and looked down at John. “There’s so much of you to touch, I hardly know where to start.”
“Oh, I could make a few suggestions.” John shifted his hips. He was hard, cock pressing against his pants.
“I’m sure you could.” Rodney’s smile was happy, then it edged into something sharper. He wrapped a hand around John’s ankle, and John felt his heart beat faster at that simple touch. “I’ve thought about so much-you have no idea.”
“Tell me,” John said. He felt hot all over.
Rodney took a deep breath. “I’ve thought about mapping your body with my hands and my mouth, about biting your ankle and sucking on your earlobe. I’ve jerked off imagining what my hand would look like on the small of your back, what kind of sounds you would make if I rimmed you.” Rodney’s hand inched up beneath John’s pantleg, stroking his calf. “God, I want to rim you, I want to fuck you with my tongue.”
“Yeah,” John said dumbly. Rodney sounded good; everything he said sounded good. John took a shaky breath. Rodney was watching him closely, and John could see Rodney thinking furiously, could feel the electricity of it singing along his skin. Rodney crawled forward to unbuckle John’s pants, and John sat up to tug at Rodney’s shirt. “We both need to be naked,” John said.
“Right.” Rodney let his shirt be tugged off, let John stroke the breadth of his back and shoulders. “I dreamt about this,” Rodney said. “I’d dream about taking your pants off and mouthing your stomach. About biting your hipbone and licking the crease of your leg. I’d wake up hard and jerk off thinking about your dick, wondering if you curved to the side, if you were cut or uncut.” Rodney opened John’s pants, and John lifted his hips so Rodney could pull them down. John sighed as his cock was freed. “And now I know,” Rodney said. “Uncut, curving a little to the right.” He licked his lips.
“Rodney,” John said, possibly whined.
Rodney yanked John’s pants the rest of the way off, then crawled back up his body, murmuring against John’s skin and making it hum. John reached for Rodney’s waistband. “Your pants, too,” John said. Rodney huffed and pressed himself against John’s body.
“You’re trying to distract me,” Rodney said and wrapped his hand around John’s dick. John dug his fingers into Rodney’s shoulder and thrust into Rodney’s hand. “Stop trying to distract me,” Rodney said and pressed his face into John’s neck. John laughed.
“I think you’re trying to distract me.” John was breathless, but he managed to get Rodney’s pants open and slide a hand down to squeeze his bare ass.
“I’m not trying to distract you-oh, god.” Rodney shuddered as John pulled him closer and their cocks met. “I’m just trying to deal with you properly.”
“Oh?” John scraped his teeth lightly over the tendon in Rodney’s neck.
“Yeah.” Rodney sighed and melted against John’s body for a moment, then pulled away to shuck his pants. John was really glad because now he could get both hands on Rodney’s bare ass. Rodney moaned and thrust against John’s hip.
“Seriously,” Rodney said against John’s mouth. “You’ve got to stop distracting me. I have a plan.”
“You have a plan?” John nuzzled Rodney’s neck.
“I have a plan,” Rodney said again. “A good plan. Many good plans, actually, and I’m having a hard time choosing which one to implement.”
“Tell me,” John said. Rodney almost always came up with really good plans. John wanted to hear Rodney’s plans. He’d never let himself make plans, not about Rodney.
“I can’t choose.” Rodney hid his face against John’s neck. “I want all of it.”
He sounded so put out that John couldn’t help but laugh, his stomach doing flip flops. “We’ll get around to all of it.”
“We will.” Rodney froze for a split second. “Of course we will.”
“Of course.” John’s throat felt thick. “So pick one.”
“Are your nipples sensitive?” Rodney asked, kissing his way down John’s chest. “Because I’ve wondered. I’ve wondered if you’d like me licking them or biting them.” Then Rodney’s mouth closed over John’s left nipple, and John groaned. Rodney teased with his teeth and his tongue, and John knew that Rodney was gathering data, that Rodney wanted to discover the answer himself. John didn’t expect it to be such a turn on, though, and he arched under the attention of Rodney’s mouth. When it was finally too much, John threaded his fingers through Rodney’s hair and whimpered.
“What else?” John asked, panting.
“There are so many possibilities.” Rodney groaned. “One of my favorites is where I blow you and really take my time, learn every centimeter of your cock, what makes you twitch and leak pre-come, your smell and how much of you I can fit in my mouth.” Rodney moved lower, nuzzling John’s stomach. “It’s been a long time since I sucked cock; it’s been a long time since I wanted to. But I want to feel the weight of you on my tongue, the head of your cock thick against the back of my throat.” Rodney pressed his lips to the side of John’s cock, and John gasped. He pet at Rodney’s head and tried to get himself back under control.
Rodney’s breath was warm and teasing. “I would lie in bed and jerk off and imagine you fucking my mouth, and when I came I’d lick it from my fingers and pretend it was you,” Rodney said, then his mouth closed over the head of John’s cock. John whined and felt his balls drawing up. He tried to hold still but thrust up into Rodney’s mouth anyway. Rodney met John’s eyes and took his mouth off John’s cock. “Do it,” Rodney said. “I can’t wait any longer. I want you to come in my mouth.” Then Rodney sucked John in again, cradling his balls in one hand and working his shaft with the other.
John let go and came, toes curling into the mattress. Rodney drew it out of him, then gentled him with hands, mouth, and tongue. John closed his eyes, dazed, and floated on the sound of his own heartbeat for a moment. Then he heard Rodney groan.
“Hey,” John said, reaching for Rodney. Rodney was jerking off, his forehead resting against John’s hip, but went with it and let John roll him to his back. John batted Rodney’s hand away, and Rodney groaned again, a deep and helpless sound.
John smiled to himself-Rodney’s eyes were rolled back in his head-and he leaned down to take Rodney’s cock into his mouth.
“Fuck-John.” Rodney rolled his hips, and John moved with it. Rodney tasted like salt and musk, and it had been too long for John. He let his eyes fall closed, focusing on the hot weight of the cock in his mouth, getting lost in the feel of giving head again.
“John, John,” Rodney was babbling. “Oh god John. Your mouth is amazing. God. Do you have any idea how hard it is not to stare at your mouth all day. Fuck, John, I’ll never make it through a staff meeting now. You’re so-so-”
John would’ve smiled if he weren’t so busy sucking Rodney off.
John sucked harder, took Rodney deeper. The blood was rushing in John’s ears, fading in with the rhythm of Rodney’s voice, and if John hadn’t just come he would be getting hard again. Rodney’s words began to slur. He sounded like sex-low, rough, and urgent. John loved the sound of it. He focused on the head of Rodney’s cock, and Rodney came, chanting John’s name. John held him, swallowing, reveling in the feel of it. Rodney shuddered one last time, and his hands stroked incoherently across John’s back. John crawled up Rodney’s body, feeling warm and pleased with both of them.
“Amazing,” Rodney murmured, turning his face into John’s hair. “We are so fucking amazing.”
John chuckled and didn’t disagree.
with: John/Rodney
rated: NC-17
herein: Rodney talks during sex; this is not a surprise
disclaim: I only own the dvds; everything belongs to Cooper, Mazzolli, et al
for: undermistletoe day one; dirty talk
Of course it was a piece of Ancient technology.
The Dahvites of PX1-125 had a nice little statue that looked sort of like a boat and sort of like a lounge chair. Visitors who wanted to trade had to lay their hands on it and swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. It was a cakewalk as trust rituals went.
The statue was about eight inches long and perfectly ordinary until John and Rodney put their hands on it as instructed. It glowed soft blue, and John’s head was suddenly crammed with speculation on what material the stone might be, if the stone was part of the technology, was the power source, was just decorative casing. John looked at Rodney, who had a small, intrigued smile on his face and was of course the source of the questions that had popped into John’s brain.
Rodney’s fingers stroked inquisitively over the surface of the statue, and John felt something warm and fond in his chest. It made him want to reach out and touch. John took that fondness and pushed it into the box where he kept all his messy feelings about Rodney, but Rodney’s head snapped up to look at John. Rodney’s eyes were wide, and John jerked his hand away from the statue as if burned.
Teyla cleared her throat and raised an eyebrow at John.
“Did anybody else hear that?” he asked.
Teyla and Ronon both said no. The Dahvites began to murmur amongst themselves.
John figured that the glowy boat statue only worked for people with the gene.
He looked at Rodney again, but Rodney only shook his head once, mouth pressed into a thin line.
John focused on keeping his thoughts organized and laid his hands on the statue again.
So they narrowly avoided a diplomatic mishap, let Teyla wrap up the negotiations, and went back to Atlantis, where John prayed that he and Rodney would never ever talk about their split-second of mindmeld. After all, there was no reason to talk about it. Rodney was insufferably straight, and John was used to compartmentalizing his feelings.
God forbid Rodney ever leave well enough alone. He walked into John’s quarters with a slightly horrified look that John was much too familiar with.
“So, as far as completely unexpected encounters with Ancient technology go, that wasn’t disastrous,” Rodney said. He was practically twitching, and John already wished he would get to the point so they could be done with this. “Granted it wasn’t particularly helpful either. In fact, it was a remarkably neutral experience. Kind of pleasant for a change.”
“Nice of you to knock, Rodney.” John set the magazine he was flipping through on the nightstand.
“Are you just going to sit there?” Rodney gestured at John and the bed like the bed had personally offended them both.
“Well, it is my quarters,” John said. He felt a bit queasy.
“We need to talk and you need to stand up,” Rodney said. “I cannot have this conversation with you lounging around the room.”
John grimaced and thought about arguing, but that could only prolong the awkwardness. “Fine.” He stood up and crossed his arms. “Say what you have to say.”
Rodney stared, and John could only read fear on his face. The moment dragged on. John kept his mind as blank as possible, trying not to let his own fear show. Then Rodney crossed the room and kissed him.
“Oh,” John said against Rodney’s mouth, then cupped his face and kissed him back. He felt lightheaded and slid a hand to the back of Rodney’s neck, thumb stroking over the vertebrae there. Rodney moaned a little and licked his way into John’s mouth.
They broke apart, and Rodney immediately started murmuring against John’s lips. “You, I can’t believe you. I didn’t know. I had no idea.” Rodney’s hands settled on John’s waist.
“You had no idea?” John smiled even though his chest hurt.
“I had no idea.” Rodney kissed him again, a kiss that was pushy and clever and not long enough. “Okay, bed now.”
“Hmmm?” John leaned in so their foreheads touched. His brain shorted out over the happy upturn of Rodney’s mouth.
“Bed.” Rodney’s hands tightened on John’s waist. “Now.”
John kissed him again. “‘Kay.” He wasn’t processing any of this; he knew he wasn’t, and he didn’t care. He could live in the moment; it felt like pulling Gs. John stepped back from Rodney and pulled his shirt over his head before sinking back onto the bed. Rodney stared, eyes wide and lips parted. John smirked, but suspected it came out more like a grin.
“I fantasized about this,” Rodney blurted.
Me too, John thought, but he couldn’t voice the words. He’d only given himself permission in short, stolen moments. Rodney’s eyes raked down John’s body, and John held his hand out. “Come here.”
“Yeah.” Rodney swallowed and licked his lips and knelt on the bed. “I did though, and I never fantasize about men. Well, almost never.” His hand slid up John’s thigh, and John shifted into the touch. “You drive me insane, you know that.”
“You too.” John’s voice was rough. He sat up and reached for Rodney, but Rodney pushed him back to the bed.
“No.” Rodney’s voice went low. “I fantasized about this, and I’m going to deal with you properly.”
It almost sounded like a threat, but it made John grin and his cock twitch. Something deep in his chest was unknotting itself. John had wanted for so long, but he’d never let himself think about it, not the way Rodney obviously had. So John let himself be stretched out and arranged on the bed.
Rodney sat back on his heels and looked down at John. “There’s so much of you to touch, I hardly know where to start.”
“Oh, I could make a few suggestions.” John shifted his hips. He was hard, cock pressing against his pants.
“I’m sure you could.” Rodney’s smile was happy, then it edged into something sharper. He wrapped a hand around John’s ankle, and John felt his heart beat faster at that simple touch. “I’ve thought about so much-you have no idea.”
“Tell me,” John said. He felt hot all over.
Rodney took a deep breath. “I’ve thought about mapping your body with my hands and my mouth, about biting your ankle and sucking on your earlobe. I’ve jerked off imagining what my hand would look like on the small of your back, what kind of sounds you would make if I rimmed you.” Rodney’s hand inched up beneath John’s pantleg, stroking his calf. “God, I want to rim you, I want to fuck you with my tongue.”
“Yeah,” John said dumbly. Rodney sounded good; everything he said sounded good. John took a shaky breath. Rodney was watching him closely, and John could see Rodney thinking furiously, could feel the electricity of it singing along his skin. Rodney crawled forward to unbuckle John’s pants, and John sat up to tug at Rodney’s shirt. “We both need to be naked,” John said.
“Right.” Rodney let his shirt be tugged off, let John stroke the breadth of his back and shoulders. “I dreamt about this,” Rodney said. “I’d dream about taking your pants off and mouthing your stomach. About biting your hipbone and licking the crease of your leg. I’d wake up hard and jerk off thinking about your dick, wondering if you curved to the side, if you were cut or uncut.” Rodney opened John’s pants, and John lifted his hips so Rodney could pull them down. John sighed as his cock was freed. “And now I know,” Rodney said. “Uncut, curving a little to the right.” He licked his lips.
“Rodney,” John said, possibly whined.
Rodney yanked John’s pants the rest of the way off, then crawled back up his body, murmuring against John’s skin and making it hum. John reached for Rodney’s waistband. “Your pants, too,” John said. Rodney huffed and pressed himself against John’s body.
“You’re trying to distract me,” Rodney said and wrapped his hand around John’s dick. John dug his fingers into Rodney’s shoulder and thrust into Rodney’s hand. “Stop trying to distract me,” Rodney said and pressed his face into John’s neck. John laughed.
“I think you’re trying to distract me.” John was breathless, but he managed to get Rodney’s pants open and slide a hand down to squeeze his bare ass.
“I’m not trying to distract you-oh, god.” Rodney shuddered as John pulled him closer and their cocks met. “I’m just trying to deal with you properly.”
“Oh?” John scraped his teeth lightly over the tendon in Rodney’s neck.
“Yeah.” Rodney sighed and melted against John’s body for a moment, then pulled away to shuck his pants. John was really glad because now he could get both hands on Rodney’s bare ass. Rodney moaned and thrust against John’s hip.
“Seriously,” Rodney said against John’s mouth. “You’ve got to stop distracting me. I have a plan.”
“You have a plan?” John nuzzled Rodney’s neck.
“I have a plan,” Rodney said again. “A good plan. Many good plans, actually, and I’m having a hard time choosing which one to implement.”
“Tell me,” John said. Rodney almost always came up with really good plans. John wanted to hear Rodney’s plans. He’d never let himself make plans, not about Rodney.
“I can’t choose.” Rodney hid his face against John’s neck. “I want all of it.”
He sounded so put out that John couldn’t help but laugh, his stomach doing flip flops. “We’ll get around to all of it.”
“We will.” Rodney froze for a split second. “Of course we will.”
“Of course.” John’s throat felt thick. “So pick one.”
“Are your nipples sensitive?” Rodney asked, kissing his way down John’s chest. “Because I’ve wondered. I’ve wondered if you’d like me licking them or biting them.” Then Rodney’s mouth closed over John’s left nipple, and John groaned. Rodney teased with his teeth and his tongue, and John knew that Rodney was gathering data, that Rodney wanted to discover the answer himself. John didn’t expect it to be such a turn on, though, and he arched under the attention of Rodney’s mouth. When it was finally too much, John threaded his fingers through Rodney’s hair and whimpered.
“What else?” John asked, panting.
“There are so many possibilities.” Rodney groaned. “One of my favorites is where I blow you and really take my time, learn every centimeter of your cock, what makes you twitch and leak pre-come, your smell and how much of you I can fit in my mouth.” Rodney moved lower, nuzzling John’s stomach. “It’s been a long time since I sucked cock; it’s been a long time since I wanted to. But I want to feel the weight of you on my tongue, the head of your cock thick against the back of my throat.” Rodney pressed his lips to the side of John’s cock, and John gasped. He pet at Rodney’s head and tried to get himself back under control.
Rodney’s breath was warm and teasing. “I would lie in bed and jerk off and imagine you fucking my mouth, and when I came I’d lick it from my fingers and pretend it was you,” Rodney said, then his mouth closed over the head of John’s cock. John whined and felt his balls drawing up. He tried to hold still but thrust up into Rodney’s mouth anyway. Rodney met John’s eyes and took his mouth off John’s cock. “Do it,” Rodney said. “I can’t wait any longer. I want you to come in my mouth.” Then Rodney sucked John in again, cradling his balls in one hand and working his shaft with the other.
John let go and came, toes curling into the mattress. Rodney drew it out of him, then gentled him with hands, mouth, and tongue. John closed his eyes, dazed, and floated on the sound of his own heartbeat for a moment. Then he heard Rodney groan.
“Hey,” John said, reaching for Rodney. Rodney was jerking off, his forehead resting against John’s hip, but went with it and let John roll him to his back. John batted Rodney’s hand away, and Rodney groaned again, a deep and helpless sound.
John smiled to himself-Rodney’s eyes were rolled back in his head-and he leaned down to take Rodney’s cock into his mouth.
“Fuck-John.” Rodney rolled his hips, and John moved with it. Rodney tasted like salt and musk, and it had been too long for John. He let his eyes fall closed, focusing on the hot weight of the cock in his mouth, getting lost in the feel of giving head again.
“John, John,” Rodney was babbling. “Oh god John. Your mouth is amazing. God. Do you have any idea how hard it is not to stare at your mouth all day. Fuck, John, I’ll never make it through a staff meeting now. You’re so-so-”
John would’ve smiled if he weren’t so busy sucking Rodney off.
John sucked harder, took Rodney deeper. The blood was rushing in John’s ears, fading in with the rhythm of Rodney’s voice, and if John hadn’t just come he would be getting hard again. Rodney’s words began to slur. He sounded like sex-low, rough, and urgent. John loved the sound of it. He focused on the head of Rodney’s cock, and Rodney came, chanting John’s name. John held him, swallowing, reveling in the feel of it. Rodney shuddered one last time, and his hands stroked incoherently across John’s back. John crawled up Rodney’s body, feeling warm and pleased with both of them.
“Amazing,” Rodney murmured, turning his face into John’s hair. “We are so fucking amazing.”
John chuckled and didn’t disagree.