In Sickness and in Health by lovelokest (Sickness Challenge)
Title: In Sickness and in Health
Author: lovelokest
Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: NC-17
Category: PWP
Spoilers: Tiny ones for Sunday.
Length: ~1200 words
Author's Note: Thanks to fairestcat for the last minute beta and to melagan for inspiration and encouragement.
Summary: It was just typical really, two days into their first real vacation and he got stuck in bed with a sinus infection.
Propped up on a high pile of pillows, Rodney shivered as the hotel's air-conditioner kicked in again. Despite multiple attempts at turning it off and three calls to the front desk, it steadfastly refused to let the room reach a bearable temperature. Rodney rolled over and glared at John from beneath the covers, convulsing violently as he sneezed. It was just typical really, two days into their first real vacation and he got stuck in bed with a sinus infection.
And John…John got to sun himself on the beach and surf in the clear blue ocean, coming into the room smelling of salt and surf, reminiscent of Atlantis but different in some indescribably way. He looked tanned and relaxed, skin burnished golden from the sun and Rodney's mouth watered. He wanted to be out there with him, warmed by the sun. He wanted to watch John's athletic frame crouched on a surfboard, waiting for the perfect moment to stand.
Goddamn fucking sinus infection.
Pulling back the covers, John flopped down on the bed next to Rodney, his long limbs sprawling loosely. He reached over a hand to grab Rodney's, leaning over to give him a quick kiss. "I missed you at the beach today. It wasn't the same without you there,"
Rodney snorted derisively, "Sitting under the umbrella watching you, you mean," and hunkered under the covers more.
"Maybe I like having you watch me," John said wickedly and Rodney had to swallow hard at the thought of watching John and knowing that John wanted him to be watching, knowing that no matter how many people more attractive than him hit on John, he was the one taking him home.
"Wish I didn't have this damned sinus infection," he grumbled, thinking mournfully of the pile of glossy brochures still piled on the desk and about John stepping out of the surf with his hair wet and slicked back, the way his swimming trunks would cling to his thighs and crotch.
John brushed his hand across Rodney's cheek fondly, "Your family always planned every minute of every vacation, didn't they?"
"And you're telling me yours didn't?" There was no way Rodney was leaning into John's hand. No way at all.
"We didn't have many vacations." John said quietly, stroking his thumb across Rodney's cheek and Rodney couldn't help but to lean into his touch. "I learned how to take a vacation from my ex-wife. We used to go to a city and just…explore." John smiled and kissed Rodney lightly, tongue playing at the seam of his mouth. "There are also plenty of things we can do inside."
"Like what? Sneeze on you? Play Parcheesi?" Rodney said, his voice thick with sarcasm.
"More like this," John said and kissed Rodney deep and slow, hands teasing down Rodney's backside and squeezing gently.
"Mmm, that works," Rodney sighed, kissing John back. He pulled back abruptly, knocking John on the nose with his forehead. "Sorry, sorry, I just have to, ah, ah," Rodney jerked back further, just barely getting a hand in front of his mouth before he sneezed.
John reached over Rodney to the bed-stand and grabbed the box of Kleenex there, offering it to him. "Sneeze?"
"Bastard," he said thickly, glaring at John as he blew his nose. Dropping the box over the side of the bed, he leaned in close to John's ear and murmured, "and in a few days? You're going to be just as sick."
"Better take good care of me then," John grinned and pulled Rodney's boxers down, hands stroking over his ass and grinding their cocks together."
"Like you're doing now?" Rodney gasped as John traced a finger down the cleft of his ass and rested it against his entrance.
"Well, not exactly like I'm doing now. I expect more creativity from a," John rolled his finger and pushed in, "genius."
"You'll get it, oh God, you'll get it." Rodney promised, clutching at John's bare back at the feel of dry skin catching on dry skin.
Chuckling quietly John pulled his finger free and pushed Rodney onto his back before ducking under the covers. He kissed his way down Rodney's body, pausing to nip and lick on his nipples and stopping just short of his cock. "I look forward to it." Rodney groaned at the rush of hot, moist air against his cock as John spoke.
"Yes, please, just, just...." He trailed off helplessly as John flicked his tongue against the bundle of nerves on the underside of his cock.
"Please what, Rodney?" John asked as he gently rolled Rodney's balls.
Rodney groaned, "Suck me, please suck me." Rodney's head slammed back into the pillow at the first touch of John's hot, wet mouth, his hands kneading the covers desperately.
Clutching his hands tightly in John's thick hair, Rodney fucked himself up into John's mouth. Sucking, John swirled his tongue around the head of Rodney's cock in time with Rodney's thrusts, Taking Rodney's cock deeper on every thrust. John had one hand firmly wrapped around Rodney's hip and the other randomly brushing against his shin. Over his own moans, Rodney thought he heard the distinctive sound of a hand jerking over a cock hard and fast. When John did something fast and tricky with his tongue, Rodney forgot about that and trembled and shook as John sucked him down deep.
John swallowed and groaned around Rodney's cock, the vibrations driving Rodney ever closer to the edge. "Oh god, oh God." He cried out when John was all the way down, teeth scraping against the base of his cock. John swallowed and twisted his way back up until just the head was resting in his mouth, tongue swirling and licking as one long finger trailed down Rodney's cock and behind his balls.
Groaning at the mental image of John's mouth on his cock, Rodney bucked and came when John firmly pressed his knuckle on the sweet spot behind his balls. John moaned around his mouthful of Rodney's come, swallowing and licking him through the aftershocks, rubbing a soothing hand across his stomach.
"As soon as I get my breath back, I'll get you." Rodney panted out.
Clearing his throat, John muttered against Rodney's thigh, "You don't, uh, need to."
"You jerked yourself off as you sucked me?" Rodney's dick twitched. One day he was going to have to get John to jerk off for him because, Jesus, that image alone was nearly enough to get Rodney hard again.
"Yes." John said ruefully.
Rodney ran his fingers through John's hair, "And came when I did?"
Rodney felt John's hair brush against his sensitive dick as he ducked his head, "Yeah."
"God that's hot. Next time…" Rodney trailed off as John kissed his way back up his body and slicked a tongue inside Rodney's mouth, letting Rodney taste himself on John's mouth.
John pulled back, his lips brushing Rodney's as he talked "Next time what?"
"Next time can I watch you jack off?" Rodney tried to keep the pleading from his voice.
Before he sneezed again, the way John kissed him back, hard and rough, was answer enough.
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Author: lovelokest
Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: NC-17
Category: PWP
Spoilers: Tiny ones for Sunday.
Length: ~1200 words
Author's Note: Thanks to fairestcat for the last minute beta and to melagan for inspiration and encouragement.
Summary: It was just typical really, two days into their first real vacation and he got stuck in bed with a sinus infection.
Propped up on a high pile of pillows, Rodney shivered as the hotel's air-conditioner kicked in again. Despite multiple attempts at turning it off and three calls to the front desk, it steadfastly refused to let the room reach a bearable temperature. Rodney rolled over and glared at John from beneath the covers, convulsing violently as he sneezed. It was just typical really, two days into their first real vacation and he got stuck in bed with a sinus infection.
And John…John got to sun himself on the beach and surf in the clear blue ocean, coming into the room smelling of salt and surf, reminiscent of Atlantis but different in some indescribably way. He looked tanned and relaxed, skin burnished golden from the sun and Rodney's mouth watered. He wanted to be out there with him, warmed by the sun. He wanted to watch John's athletic frame crouched on a surfboard, waiting for the perfect moment to stand.
Goddamn fucking sinus infection.
Pulling back the covers, John flopped down on the bed next to Rodney, his long limbs sprawling loosely. He reached over a hand to grab Rodney's, leaning over to give him a quick kiss. "I missed you at the beach today. It wasn't the same without you there,"
Rodney snorted derisively, "Sitting under the umbrella watching you, you mean," and hunkered under the covers more.
"Maybe I like having you watch me," John said wickedly and Rodney had to swallow hard at the thought of watching John and knowing that John wanted him to be watching, knowing that no matter how many people more attractive than him hit on John, he was the one taking him home.
"Wish I didn't have this damned sinus infection," he grumbled, thinking mournfully of the pile of glossy brochures still piled on the desk and about John stepping out of the surf with his hair wet and slicked back, the way his swimming trunks would cling to his thighs and crotch.
John brushed his hand across Rodney's cheek fondly, "Your family always planned every minute of every vacation, didn't they?"
"And you're telling me yours didn't?" There was no way Rodney was leaning into John's hand. No way at all.
"We didn't have many vacations." John said quietly, stroking his thumb across Rodney's cheek and Rodney couldn't help but to lean into his touch. "I learned how to take a vacation from my ex-wife. We used to go to a city and just…explore." John smiled and kissed Rodney lightly, tongue playing at the seam of his mouth. "There are also plenty of things we can do inside."
"Like what? Sneeze on you? Play Parcheesi?" Rodney said, his voice thick with sarcasm.
"More like this," John said and kissed Rodney deep and slow, hands teasing down Rodney's backside and squeezing gently.
"Mmm, that works," Rodney sighed, kissing John back. He pulled back abruptly, knocking John on the nose with his forehead. "Sorry, sorry, I just have to, ah, ah," Rodney jerked back further, just barely getting a hand in front of his mouth before he sneezed.
John reached over Rodney to the bed-stand and grabbed the box of Kleenex there, offering it to him. "Sneeze?"
"Bastard," he said thickly, glaring at John as he blew his nose. Dropping the box over the side of the bed, he leaned in close to John's ear and murmured, "and in a few days? You're going to be just as sick."
"Better take good care of me then," John grinned and pulled Rodney's boxers down, hands stroking over his ass and grinding their cocks together."
"Like you're doing now?" Rodney gasped as John traced a finger down the cleft of his ass and rested it against his entrance.
"Well, not exactly like I'm doing now. I expect more creativity from a," John rolled his finger and pushed in, "genius."
"You'll get it, oh God, you'll get it." Rodney promised, clutching at John's bare back at the feel of dry skin catching on dry skin.
Chuckling quietly John pulled his finger free and pushed Rodney onto his back before ducking under the covers. He kissed his way down Rodney's body, pausing to nip and lick on his nipples and stopping just short of his cock. "I look forward to it." Rodney groaned at the rush of hot, moist air against his cock as John spoke.
"Yes, please, just, just...." He trailed off helplessly as John flicked his tongue against the bundle of nerves on the underside of his cock.
"Please what, Rodney?" John asked as he gently rolled Rodney's balls.
Rodney groaned, "Suck me, please suck me." Rodney's head slammed back into the pillow at the first touch of John's hot, wet mouth, his hands kneading the covers desperately.
Clutching his hands tightly in John's thick hair, Rodney fucked himself up into John's mouth. Sucking, John swirled his tongue around the head of Rodney's cock in time with Rodney's thrusts, Taking Rodney's cock deeper on every thrust. John had one hand firmly wrapped around Rodney's hip and the other randomly brushing against his shin. Over his own moans, Rodney thought he heard the distinctive sound of a hand jerking over a cock hard and fast. When John did something fast and tricky with his tongue, Rodney forgot about that and trembled and shook as John sucked him down deep.
John swallowed and groaned around Rodney's cock, the vibrations driving Rodney ever closer to the edge. "Oh god, oh God." He cried out when John was all the way down, teeth scraping against the base of his cock. John swallowed and twisted his way back up until just the head was resting in his mouth, tongue swirling and licking as one long finger trailed down Rodney's cock and behind his balls.
Groaning at the mental image of John's mouth on his cock, Rodney bucked and came when John firmly pressed his knuckle on the sweet spot behind his balls. John moaned around his mouthful of Rodney's come, swallowing and licking him through the aftershocks, rubbing a soothing hand across his stomach.
"As soon as I get my breath back, I'll get you." Rodney panted out.
Clearing his throat, John muttered against Rodney's thigh, "You don't, uh, need to."
"You jerked yourself off as you sucked me?" Rodney's dick twitched. One day he was going to have to get John to jerk off for him because, Jesus, that image alone was nearly enough to get Rodney hard again.
"Yes." John said ruefully.
Rodney ran his fingers through John's hair, "And came when I did?"
Rodney felt John's hair brush against his sensitive dick as he ducked his head, "Yeah."
"God that's hot. Next time…" Rodney trailed off as John kissed his way back up his body and slicked a tongue inside Rodney's mouth, letting Rodney taste himself on John's mouth.
John pulled back, his lips brushing Rodney's as he talked "Next time what?"
"Next time can I watch you jack off?" Rodney tried to keep the pleading from his voice.
Before he sneezed again, the way John kissed him back, hard and rough, was answer enough.
end