Fic: Taking the Next Step (McKay/Sheppard, NC-17)
Title: Taking the next step
Author: darkmoore
Recipient: reddwarfer
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: M-preg, spanking, rough sex
Disclaimer: They are not mine. I just like to play in that sandbox. No money is being made from this.
Author's Notes: Thanks go to my beta who has been an unending source of encouragement (but who will remain unnamed until the authors are revealed.) This is for reddwarfer who gave me a very detailed list and with it about a gazillion ideas. Unfortunately, I couldn’t put them all in there. Dear reddwarfer, if RL hadn’t been such a bitch these last few weeks, this story would be a lot longer. I still tried my very best to give you what you wished for and hope you enjoy the story anyway. Merry Christmas!
Summary: Between an unplanned renewal of their vows and moving into a new apartment, John and Rodney take that step to add to their family. M-preg!
Taking the Next Step
“If we turn the study into a nursery I’ll need a new work area and neither our bedroom nor the living-room are big enough for us to spare the space,” Rodney said as they were rounding a corner. John was just about to remind Rodney that that was the reason why they had decided to move, when something bumped into him. “Hey partner, not so fast,” John grinned, helping the boy up from where he had stumbled backwards.
“Oh my, I’m so sorry, Colonel Sheppard. I’ve told Jeremy countless times not to run in the corridors but he just never listens,” Sarah Martin was clearly embarrassed at her son’s behavior as she took the boy’s hand firmly and pulled him towards herself. “Jeremy, that was very rude. Apologize to Colonel Sheppard.”
Looking contrite, the boy stared at his feet as he mumbled, “I’m sorry, sir.”
“It’s okay, don’t worry about it. No harm done,” John said to Sarah, then crouched down to look the boy in the eyes. “Listen Jeremy, your mom’s right, you shouldn’t run in the corridors. People are carrying dangerous stuff around here and you could get hurt. We don’t want that, alright? Why don’t you check out Teyla’s new stick fighting class or the trampoline Chase put up in gym 4, instead of running out here? I bet you’d like that. What do you say, buddy?” John reached out to mess up the boy’s hair and Jeremy shot him a surprised look.
“You’re really not angry? Cool!” Jeremy looked up to his mother. “Mom, can I try out the trampoline? Please?” he asked. “And the stick fighting. And the skateboard lessons Oliver told me about. Or maybe the diving? Amanda said they saw really cool fish! Please, even Colonel Sheppard thinks I should do something like that.”
John cringed. It was quite clear that this wasn’t the first time mother and son had this discussion. Trust him to hit a touchy topic dead on. John rubbed his neck and ducked his head. “Sorry ‘bout that,” he said to Sarah.
“No, you’re right, I should find something for him where he can safely get rid of all that energy. I just don’t want to see him get hurt.” She sighed. “Come on, Jeremy, we can discuss this over lunch.” Sarah gave John and Rodney a small nod. “Goodbye Colonel Sheppard. Doctor McKay.” A moment later they had vanished in the direction of the mess hall.
“Well done,” Rodney said sarcastically, just when John was about to ask him if he was alright. It just wasn’t like Rodney not to contribute anything to the conversation. “Are we going to have the same problems once we have children of our own? Will you encourage our children to try out dangerous sports or let them run around Atlantis like they have lost their mind?”
John suppressed a sigh. “Oh come on, Rodney. Neither Teyla’s stick fighting class nor any of the other courses for the kids are dangerous. They’re sports and kids need a place where they can safely use up all that excess energy. Don’t get me wrong buddy, but not every kid is content with sitting in their basement building fake nuclear bombs.”
“Oh great, mock me, why don’t you?”Rodney replied good naturedly. It wasn’t as if that topic wasn’t a constant source of banter between them. Rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet, Rodney crossed his arms in front of his body and asked, “What’s wrong with being interested in science instead of all kinds of sports where you can break your bones - or your neck?”
Sensing that this time a bit of diplomacy might be in order, John deliberately softened his voice. “Nothing, Rodney. There is nothing at all wrong with liking science. I was just thinking that I hope that our son would maybe like both? You know, go out and play with other kids and still be a little know-it-all like you.” John grinned, unwilling to let this discussion get out of hand.
Rodney narrowed his eyes at him as he started walking again, “Son? So you want our first child to be a boy?”
John fell in step with him and said, “Well, actually I thought we could let nature - or well in this case the nanites - decide about the gender. What about you? Do you have any preferences?” Surprisingly enough, lately when they had talked about having a child, they’d never discussed whether or not they wanted to decide the gender beforehand.
Rodney snorted. “We’ve known the date of the appointment for almost six weeks now and you didn’t think to ask me that until three days before the procedure? Sometimes you really astound me. John, it doesn’t matter to me if boy or girl, I just want everything to go well. I don’t care if Carson says that it’s completely safe, he’s a voodoo practitioner and he doesn’t even completely understand how the nanites do what they do, special training or not. I’d hate to have something go wrong. Atlantis wouldn’t survive long, deprived of my genius.”
John tugged at Rodney’s arm, prompting him to stop walking. Slipping his arms around Rodney’s waist and pulling him in close, John asked, “Atlantis wouldn’t survive long, huh? What about me?” he raised an eyebrow at Rodney who just rolled his eyes at John and smiled fondly. “How am I supposed to survive without my genius husband who saved my ass more times than I care to count?”
“Hm,” Rodney commented, obviously pretending to think very hard about the question. “I have no idea. Guess we need to make sure that Carson does his job right then.” Rodney grinned and leaned in to kiss John on the lips lightly.
John smiled, resisting the urge to rub himself against Rodney. He knew things would get out of hand quickly if he did that and he really didn’t want to give any passer-by’s a show. “We shouldn’t do this out here in the corridor. We don’t have time for more anyway, dial out’s in less than ninety minutes.” John reluctantly let go of Rodney and put some space between the two of them.
Rodney seemed to have come to the same conclusion. He sighed. “You’re right. I need to go to the labs anyway - Andrewson almost blew up the new project earlier and I threw them all out of lab three until I can check out the damage myself. Why is it that all the new ones behave worse than kindergartners when it comes to safety protocols?”
“Because they aren’t used to exploding tumors, quarantines, whacky ancient devices and a city that is almost sentient?” John asked back.
“Huh, yeah that might be,” Rodney said, sounding somewhat absentminded already.
John laughed. “Go berate your scientist, Rodney. See you in the ‘gateroom for dial out.”
Rodney made an aborted movement with his left hand that could mean anything and walked away without a reply. John shook his head, smiling fondly. That was just so typical Rodney.
oooooOooooo
When they arrived at Vivanero, there was some kind of feast going on. John frowned. He was sure that when they’d set this date specifically for this meeting the Tennarans hadn’t mentioned anything about festivities being held, at all.
Rodney shot him a surprised look as well, but before they could talk about the new situation, Tinianna came running towards them, a big smile on her face. John steeled himself for what was about to come. He liked Tinianna and the Tennarans a lot, but they had a fondness of physical contact that set John’s teeth on edge. “Welcome friends! You have been expected. My people wish for you to join us on this most joyful day. Sit with us, have some food and drink.” She grabbed John’s hand, clearly intending to pull him towards a group of trees where dozens of tables had been set up, loaded with all kinds of delicious looking food. If it hadn’t been for the up to then very positive relations with the Tennarans, a situation like this would have made all of John’s alarm bells go off. As it was, this only made him slightly queasy.
John held her back anyway. “Tinianna, what’s going on? We didn’t know you are having a celebration. We really don’t want to intrude on anything.” John had had his share of bad experiences with surprise feasts, but John reminded himself firmly that Tinianna and the other Tennarans had never given them any reason to suspect that they were anything but friendly. He just couldn’t go screw up their beneficial trading agreement on a hunch. Sam would have his head for that. And maybe, just maybe, they got lucky this time and the feast really was harmless after all.
Tinianna laughed. “You are not intruding. We are celebrating the festival of joining. It is our most sacred ritual. Come with me and I will explain it to you. The ceremonies will begin soon.” She let go of John’s hand and took off again, looking behind herself to see if John and the others followed.
“I believe that there is no harm in sharing this with them, John. This sounds like a pleasant celebration and a chance to learn more about their culture.” Teyla said from behind him and John sighed.
“Alright, we’ll stay. But at the first signs of trouble we’re out of here. Or do I have to remind you of the last time we agreed to participate in a ceremony?” Being tied to a pole stark naked wile some guy chanted and painted strange symbols on his skin was something John didn’t need a repetition of.
“No thanks,” Rodney murmured beside him as they followed Tinianna to where tables were set up, decorated and brimming with food and drink.
Tinianna grinned at them happily as they settled down where Ronon and Rodney pretty much began to eat almost instantly, completely unbothered by the laughing and celebrating people all around them. It seemed that the whole village was there, having one huge feast. Between the traditionally clothed celebrators, John could see some couples wearing what looked like ceremonial robes. It made John uneasy, reminding him that some sort of ritual was still to come.
Some of his thoughts must have shown on his face because Tinianna sat down beside him, looking at him with something akin to pity. “You don’t have to worry, Colonel John,” she said soothingly. “The festival of joining is not harmful or intrusive in any way. I know during your travels you must have come across some rituals that sounded very strange to you. But I promise this festival is different. Do you see that couple over there?” she pointed to two people who were kissing passionately. “They are going to join - marry as you would call it. Sheena and Laaron along with several other couples will speak in the ceremony. Surely you and your Dr. Rodney did have a similar festivity? I thought you said you are married.”
John blinked in surprise. “Wait, this is nothing but a huge wedding?” John asked, feeling impossibly relieved. “All of those people in the robes, they’re gonna marry in public?”
“Yes,” Tinianna smiled happily, clearly glad that John had understood what she had tried to say. “Yes, the festival of joining is about what you call ‘marriage’. New couples join officially with their partners while couples that have joined in the previous years renew their promise to stay together. You and Dr. Rodney are welcome to participate. We would be honored if you would speak at the ceremony.”
“What’s going on? John, what is she talking about?” Rodney, who had been concentrating on the food that was laid out before him, suddenly asked.
John grinned at Rodney, waggling his eyebrows. “Hey Rodney, wanna marry me again?”
oooooOooooo
“I can’t believe I agreed to do this,” Rodney murmured as he nervously twisted the hem of the maroon robes he was wearing. John suppressed a smile. They were standing among the celebrators, right next to the ritual circle they were about to enter to speak in front of the whole village. It was a strange feeling, but exhilarating nonetheless. In a way, John felt as nervous as he had at their wedding almost 5 years ago.
“It’s alright, Rodney. Nothing to worry about. We’re married already, remember? It’s not as if I can leave you standing in front of the altar,” John joked as he stepped closer and took Rodney’s cold hands into his own. It still surprised John how confident Rodney was when talking about his work but so insecure when it came to personal matters. After all these years, Rodney still acted as if it surprised him that John really wanted him.
“Ha ha, very funny, Sheppard,” Rodney said, shooting John an annoyed look. “Remind me again why you thought this was a good idea?”
John leaned close to Rodney, letting his breath ghost over Rodney’s skin. “Because that way we get to have another wedding night tonight,” John said in a low voice, resisting the urge to press himself against Rodney. It wouldn’t do for them to step into the circle sporting a hard on.
Rodney exhaled slowly, flushing at the thought. “Ah, right. That. Now, why don’t we get this over with, before I do something very stupid in front of all these people?” He slipped his hands out of John’s grasp and turned to Lueena, who was acting as something like the ceremony master. “We’re ready.”
She smiled at them, motioning them forward. She raised her voice and said, “My friends, let us now witness Colonel John and Dr. Rodney’s joining.” The crowd cheered and clapped and then both of them were gently nudged forward into the ritual circle.
Rodney cleared his throat, “I’ll go first.” He took a deep breath as he looked John in the eyes and John was reminded of their first ceremony, all those years back. It had been special in a way neither of them had thought possible. “John,” Rodney began, his voice quivering only the slightest bit. “We’ve been married for a couple of years now and I can’t … I can’t even imagine not being with you any more. I didn’t think I’d get to have this - whatever it is we have - in the first place, to be honest. I know I’m not a nice person. Ask anyone. I’m arrogant and petty, I’m loud and sarcastic and I make people cry. But you never tried to change me.”
He paused then, just for a second, as if he was still surprised by that fact. “You married me. You love me, I know you do, even though you only told me twice, so far. So, uhm, what I want to say is that I want to stay with you and - as I am just proving here to you - I’d marry you again any time.” Rodney exhaled slowly and audibly, his hands that had twisted the hem of his tunic were shaking but his eyes shone with love.
John swallowed hard. This was the most wonderful declaration of love he had ever received and John just wished he could reciprocate. But as always when it came to emotions, the words got stuck in his throat and his stomach was all twisted up in knots. Trying to give Rodney back at least some of what John had just been gifted with, John said, “I’m not good with words, Rodney. I can’t just … you know talk about feelings. Being with you is…” John really wished he could put words to his feelings, but he couldn’t get them to go past his tongue.
“Being with you is racing cars and beer on the pier. It’s lighting up your ancient doohickeys and dragging you away from your lab to eat. It’s coming home to you at night. It’s…” Lost for words and frustrated at his own incapability of voicing his feelings John shook his head sadly. “You’re my best friend, Rodney and I’m never gonna leave you.” A memory pushed to the surface, a moment that felt like a lifetime ago. A moment that had long lost its terror. John grinned at his husband and said, “You’re stuck with me, Rodney. Just accept it.”
Rodney smiled blindingly at him and leaned forward to press his lips against John’s. It was a chaste kiss, gentle in a way their kisses seldom were but it was perfect nonetheless. It told John that his message had been received. John thought that just felt like the best thing ever - knowing he hadn’t let Rodney down but had shown him his love without having to say the words.
Suddenly people all around them cheered and clapped, making John aware of where exactly they were, again. Rubbing his neck in embarrassment, John took hold of Rodney’s hand and led him out of the ritual circle. Tinianna came rushing towards them, a bright smile on her face.
“That was very inspiring. Thank you so much for participating in the joining. Will you and your friends stay the night?” her smile was blinding and almost childlike in its innocence and John wondered for a moment if she really couldn’t guess how all those happy couples were going to spend their wedding night.
“I’m sorry, Tinianna, but we need to go back tonight. We’re expected home,” John replied truthfully. The implantation procedure was scheduled in three days time and Rodney would go on medical leave for at least two weeks, right after the final briefing for this mission. Besides all that, John really preferred to have sex with Rodney in his own bed rather than in some thin walled room surrounded by dozens of newlyweds.
“I understand. Maybe you will be able to stay another time. The supplies you came to trade for will be brought to the ring of the ancestors for you. We all hope you will be back soon for further trading.” She smiled at them again and then engulfed each of them in a quick hug that took John totally by surprise.
“I’m sure we will, Tinianna,” Rodney, who seemed to have recovered from the impromptu hug faster than John or the others had, said. “Dr. Carter will be happy with our arrangement and I’m sure there’ll be a lot successful trades in the future. Oh, and I have to say I really enjoyed your festival.” Rodney smiled a genuine, warm smile at her that warmed John’s heart. It was rare that Rodney felt secure and relaxed enough to show such emotions when off-world.
“We were happy to share this celebration with you,” Tinianna replied. “I wish you a safe journey, my friends. I’m looking forward to your next visit already.” She waved at them one last time and vanished again into the mass of celebrating people.
oooooOooooo
“Dammit John, stop teasing me,” Rodney panted as he released the death-grip he had on the sheets, turning half-way round to look at John. “I need you to fuck me now.” He was on all fours in front of John, waggling his ass at John impatiently.
John grinned and delivered a solid smack on Rodney’s left butt cheek, leaving a red handprint on pale skin. Rodney moaned. “What you need, Rodney, is to stop trying to rush me,” John chided gently. He moved upwards, covering Rodney’s body with his own, pressing himself against Rodney until his mouth was right next to Rodney’s ear. “I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready, but not before,” John said and bit Rodney’s shoulder roughly. Underneath him, Rodney groaned and arched against him.
“I’m gonna come if you don’t hurry up a bit,” Rodney complained as he pressed himself closer against John, rubbing his ass against John’s cock.
“Hmmm, I don’t think so,” John replied and reached around to press firmly at the base of Rodney’s cock, starving off his orgasm. “I know you love to come while I fuck you. Wouldn’t want to disappoint you on our wedding night.” John leaned down and licked over the reddened patch of skin he had just bitten before blowing over it, gently. Rodney shuddered and sucked in a breath. John knew that Rodney wouldn’t stop him should he decide to take things a bit further, in fact, Rodney could most likely come from a bit of rough handling alone. It wouldn’t have been the first time, either. But John had other plans for tonight. He didn’t want for Rodney to come just yet.
On the other hand Rodney seemed to be enough in control still, so maybe John could dare to play a bit more. He rubbed his thumb over the faint bite-mark before he leaned down again and bit Rodney’s shoulder once more.
This time Rodney almost sobbed. “Fuck, John,” he moaned and reached up, bringing John’s mouth closer to his lips.
John complied, taking Rodney’s mouth in a bruising kiss. He bit down on Rodney’s lower lip none too gently, enjoying the breathless sounds Rodney made. “Gonna fuck you now,” John promised as he pushed himself upright completely, searching for the lube.
“About time,” Rodney murmured and just for that comment John smacked his ass again. Rodney’s hands tightened in the sheets once more, knuckles turning white. He took a few panting breaths, clearly fighting for control. “Do that again!”
John smiled. “Don’t think so. The last time we really got into it you came before I even got a chance to fuck you properly. Not gonna risk that tonight. You said you want to come with me inside of you and that’s what I want too. Now stop squirming.” John used his left hand to hold Rodney’s hips steady as he pushed two slippery fingers into Rodney with his right. They slipped in easily, Rodney opening up around him.
“Dammit John, get on with it. I was ready for you half an hour ago. Fuck me already.” Rodney was clearly losing patience, trying to push himself back onto John’s fingers.
“Demanding as ever,” John brought out as he slicked himself up and slowly pushed into Rodney.
“Jesus, yes, that’s it,” Rodney hissed and threw his head back, body going tense. John could tell he was as close to the edge as John was himself.
Leaning forward to wrap his arms around Rodney’s upper body, John then carefully moved back until he was in a kneeling position, Rodney’s ass firmly in his lap. Rodney’s head came to rest on John’s shoulder. He had his eyes closed and was panting, making tiny rocking motions with his hips.
“Not gonna last,” Rodney whispered, moving his head to press a kiss against John’s neck.
“That’s okay, me neither, “John replied. He reached down to wrap one hand around Rodney’s cock, stroking it just as he began to thrust up into Rodney.
It only took a moment until Rodney came with a harsh cry tightening all around him and sending John over the edge right behind him. They collapsed in a tangled heap on the bed, panting heavily.
After a moment Rodney moved to look at John, a small smile on his face. “Wow,” he said. “If all of our wedding nights are gonna be like this, I should marry you more often.”
At that, John just laughed.
oooooOooooo
Rodney squirmed on the infirmary bed, looking like he wanted to be anywhere but there. It unsettled John to see him like that. “Rodney, you don’t have to do that. We can still call it all off. Or I can do it if you want to,” John said, taking Rodney’s left hand in his own, rubbing the cold fingers a bit.
At that, Rodney shot him an annoyed glare. “Don’t be ridiculous, John. You can’t carry the child and you know it - I might be able to still work in the labs a bit when I’m waddling like some stupid duck, but you will be completely useless when you’re pregnant. Also, I want to know what it’s like. I’m just … not too fond of leaving the labs to Zelenka for a whole week. Who knows what those morons who call themselves scientists come up with to kill us, while I’m stuck here or in bed.” Rodney’s right hand waved around agitatedly and John had to resist a grin. That was so typically Rodney.
Thankfully the arrival of Carson saved John from having to answer Rodney’s rant. Carson came over, a tray with everything he needed for the procedure in hand. He sat it down on a nearby table before focusing on them. “Alright Rodney, John, this is really very simple. First, I’ll inject the nanites into your vein, Rodney and then I’ll hook you up to an IV with some nutrients that will enable the nanites to do their work faster.”
He patted Rodney’s arm lightly when Rodney flinched at the mention of the IV. John knew Rodney dreaded them, mainly because Rodney tended to talk with his hands a lot and that led to a pulling sensation Rodney absolutely hated. “Don’t worry, lad, it won’t take long at all. I think you’ll be able to go back to your room in about twelve to fourteen hours. Daily check ups after that. From what I’ve experienced with the other procedures I’ve done, we should be able to do the insemination in about three to four days. Five the most. That’s about it. Any questions so far?”
John wanted to say something but Rodney beat him to it.
“Just one question, actually. You’re sure this is safe, right?” Rodney asked and Carson smiled at Rodney patiently.
“Yes, Rodney, it is perfectly safe. There are over five thousand successful implantations with no ill side effects documented. I did almost sixty implantations myself during the training at the SGC and here on Atlantis and nothing ever went wrong. There is nothing to worry about, Rodney. Believe me, I know what I’m doing.” Carson had delivered his speech in a reassuring and calm voice and John could see the last tension drain out of Rodney.
“Oh alright, get on with it. But if I die a gruesome and painful death you will be responsible if those morons in my lab manage to blow up the city,” Rodney said but John knew it was only for show. He really was okay with going on.
“I’ll remember that, Rodney,” Carson replied good-naturedly. “Now, if you don’t have any more questions, let’s begin.”
oooooOooooo
“John!” Rodney called, dragging out his name so it sounded like it had at least half a dozen syllables. “I'm bored! My brain will rot and I’ll die if I can’t get up and do something, soon.”
Knowing Rodney was suffering from the side-effects of what Carson had explained as “hormonal fine-tuning” didn’t help John find any more patience. He felt like it had all been sucked out of him in the last couple of days (or hours, or something). Suppressing a sigh, John went to the living room where Rodney was lying on the big, comfortable couch, pouting. A collection of physics journals was strewn around him, left open with red notes crisscrossing the pages angrily, a couple of empty jell-o cups were sitting in a neat stack next to them, and there were two ancient gadgets John could see, which probably only scratched the surface of what Rodney had really squirreled away to “keep me occupied” .
“It’s just a couple of more hours, Rodney. Lying still for a little bit longer won’t kill you,” John said, repeating ‘this could be me, he’s not doing it to annoy me, it’s the hormones’ like a mantra in his head.
“You don’t know that. I can already feel my IQ dropping. Why can’t I at least have my laptop? I need something to do. Something productive.” Rodney sounded much like a petulant child now and John had absolutely no idea how to deal with the fact that his usually sarcastic and acerbic husband had turned into a hormonal wreck.
John clung to Carson’s assurances that Rodney would adapt to over the next few days and settle down to normal levels - well, normal for pregnant women, not for Rodney, but it was at least something. There was no way John could get through the next nine months if Rodney didn’t - he’d go crazy within the first trimester at this rate. “Rodney, that thing may be called ‘laptop’ but that doesn’t mean you actually should put it on your lap. Especially not since it’s been less than a day since Carson stuck a pretty long needle into your shiny new ‘female reproductive organ’, as you called it. What part of ‘you’re only allowed to get up to go to the bathroom for the next twenty-four hours’ did you not understand?” John was already sick and tired of repeating himself.
Rodney just kept whining and whining even though Carson had made it clear that Rodney would have to go on strict bed rest after the punctuation. One downside of having a womb in a male body was the fact that insemination was not possible the ‘usual’ way but would have to be done through the abdominal wall. Once Rodney was actually pregnant though, risks of something going wrong were very low. In fact, the chances for miscarriage in a male pregnancy were practically nonexistent. Thanks to the nanites.
“Carson also said that the procedure is completely safe and nothing ever went wrong. I don’t get why he insists on boring me to death here,” Rodney complained.
This time John sighed. “Rodney, has it ever occurred to you that there were no complications in the previous procedures because the patients actually listened to what their doctor told them? Now be nice or I won’t take you with me when we’re going to the new apartment later. Teyla, Ronon and Lorne agreed to help us move and I want to get started today.”
At that Rodney perked up. “We’re starting to move today?” he asked, face lighting up, a big smile on his face.
“Yes. Well, sort of. We’re looking at the apartment and might need to clear out some stuff that’s in there that we don’t need. It’ll still be some time until we can really move, but it’s a start. You can come with me after you had your check-up and Carson gave his okay. Not before. I won’t have you risking your health or that of our baby, you hear me?” he looked at Rodney sternly who just smiled though.
“Okay,” Rodney said agreeably. “At least now I have something to look forward to, since you and Carson are not letting me have any fun otherwise.” The pouty tone was back.
John shook his head in fond exasperation and went back to writing his list of things he needed to check out in the new apartment.
oooooOooooo
“Hm, I think I like the changing table better in the other corner,” Rodney said, looking at John and Ronon apologetically, while rubbing is protruding belly slightly.
They were setting up the nursery just now - the only room in the apartment that wasn’t furnished yet. The move into the new apartment had long since been finished, but Rodney had wanted to wait with the nursery, for some reason.
Now John and Ronon were moving furniture while Teyla was putting up the crib the Athosian’s had made for them. She was just about to put a soft, colorful blanket into the crib, but lifted her gaze to smile at Rodney fondly.
Ronon just grinned smugly, completely unfazed by Rodney’s request to move the heavy changing table once again. “Told you he’s nesting,” Ronon grumbled and as John watched Rodney blushed a bright crimson.
“I’m not … nesting,” Rodney said indignantly. “I just want the nursery to be perfect. We wouldn’t want for our daughter to get sick just because her changing table is standing in a draft, would we?” He folded his arms awkwardly over his rounded belly and avoided John’s and Ronon’s eyes.
“Of course we wouldn’t want that to happen, Rodney,” Teyla replied gently. She walked over to where Rodney was standing and rubbed a soothing hand over the small of his back. “I’m sure your daughter will be very comfortable here. You did well with this room.”
John admired the way Teyla always seemed to be able to dissolve all of Rodney’s insecurities, all his fear, with a few well chosen words. He finished moving the changing table to the place where Rodney wanted it and thanked Ronon for his help.
“I think we should leave Rodney and John alone now,” Teyla said and shot Ronon a pointed look. John felt a bit guilty about the relieve that swept through him at her words, but he really wanted to be alone with Rodney for a moment now and hadn’t known how to ask for it. Female intuition surely was an amazing thing.
“We will see you in the morning. Have a pleasant evening,” Teyla said as she leaned over to touch her forehead to Rodney’s.
“Don’t wear him out, we’re meeting for a run tomorrow,” Ronon said to Rodney, grinning at him.
“Yes, yes, very funny,” Rodney replied making shooing motions in the direction of Ronon and Teyla, who were already heading for the door, which closed behind them a moment later.
“We’re all alone,” John said deliberately as he walked over to where Rodney was standing and took him gently in his arms.
“Yes, thank you for stating the obvious,” Rodney replied with mild sarcasm. “You’re not planning on ‘christening’ this room like we did the others, are you. Cause that would be kinda…” he waved his hands about but didn’t finish the sentence.
John rolled his eyes at him. “No, Rodney, I’m not gonna fuck you in our daughter’s room. But I was thinking we could go to our bedroom and make out a bit. Relax, you know.”
“Hmm, sounds good to me,” Rodney said, voice dropping low. He pressed closer to John, slipping his hands under John’s t-shirt. “I could use some relaxation. My back is killing me.”
“I’ll see what I can do about that,” John promised and kissed Rodney lightly. The added weight of a sixth-month-belly was really hard on Rodney’s usually already cramped up back. By now though, John knew where to press and rub to ease the stinging pain Rodney had told him about.
After a moment of just standing there, holding each other, John said, “Come on, buddy, let’s move this to the bedroom.” He slipped out of the embrace but took Rodney’s hand in his, leading the way to the bedroom.
When Rodney wanted to lie down on the bed right away though, John stopped him. He took Rodney in his arms again and buried his head in Rodney’s neck, enjoying the closeness. “Let me undress you,” John finally said as he lifted his head to look into Rodney’s eyes.
Rodney smiled and opened his arms in an inviting manner. “I’m all yours,” he said.
John laughed. It felt good to see Rodney so happy, knowing that he had to deal with all kinds of pregnancy issues that went way beyond just an aching back. There were nosebleeds and heartburn, sleepless nights and itchy skin, swollen ankles and needing to get up to pee eight times a night. They’d lived through bouts of sudden nausea that turned Rodney green so fast John winced in sympathy. Twice so far Rodney had almost fainted because he’d gotten up too fast and the way he lately dropped things had nothing at all to do with clumsiness and everything with loosening joints. John knew it had to be utterly frustrating for Rodney, but he barely even complained. Sometimes it almost worried John a bit that Rodney was taking all of it in stride.
Pressing a quick kiss on the tip of Rodney’s nose, John slipped his hands under the hem of Rodney’s sweater, slowly pushing the garment over his head. The pants with the wide elastic band followed next, until Rodney stood in front of John, wearing nothing but his underwear.
“Hmmm, nice,” John murmured as he let his hands run appreciatively over Rodney’s belly. Rodney’s skin was warm and soft and John just loved the changes the pregnancy had brought to Rodney’s body.
When Rodney closed his eyes and seemed to sway slightly, John said, “Come on, let’s get you settled.” He rearranged the pillows on the bed, placing them in a way that would slightly elevate Rodney’s upper body, but would still support his back enough to not hurt. Then John nudged Rodney on the bed gently.
“You comfortable?” John asked, reaching for the body oil that was designed especially for use during pregnancy. Of course Rodney had reacted completely horrified when he found out that it had initially been designed for pregnant women, but John pointed out that pregnant men still were quite rare. The oil smelled faintly of roses, but despite that Rodney soon had learned to appreciate the benefits of the special concoction that was supposed to help prevent stretch marks and sooth itching skin.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Rodney replied, sounding a bit sleepy already, eyelids drooping. John smiled. It was an almost Pavlovian reaction by now. Rodney would relax almost the moment John brought out the massage oil. It had become somewhat of a ritual for them.
John started with Rodney’s shoulders, working his way slowly downwards to Rodney’s rounded belly. He carefully avoided the small, lighter patch of skin a few inches below Rodney’s belly button - the place where the skin was now a bit thinner and where the nanites would form the birth channel for the baby, once the time came. It was a scary but also somewhat reassuring thought that Rodney wouldn’t have to have a c-section - the nanites would make it possible for him to deliver without surgery.
Just when John carefully rubbed another light circle on Rodney’s belly, John felt the baby kick. John’s breath caught and he smiled. It was always such an awe-inspiring experience to feel his daughter move underneath his hands.
“What does it feel like for you, Rodney?” John asked. He’d wanted to know for some time now but had been reluctant to ask. Even though this was his child too, John felt a little like he was intruding on something that was just between the baby and Rodney.
“What does what feel like?” Rodney asked and slowly opened his eyes. “When the baby kicks?”
“Yeah, what’s it like?” John asked again. He really wanted to know.
“Well, at first it felt a lot like there was a load of bubbles trapped in my stomach,” Rodney said. “Or maybe like a whole hoard of butterflies. It was so soft. Now … now it feels exactly like you’d imagine it. Like someone poking you from inside. Sometimes the kicks are so hard it hurts, actually. Especially if she hits a certain spot high in my ribcage. But that’s more the exception than the rule.” Rodney sounded almost dreamy when he said that and John thought that this experience alone was maybe worth the hassle.
“Sounds like you enjoy it,” John finally said, watching Rodney carefully.
“Yeah, it’s great. Makes it more real, too. Until I could feel her I was always scared something might be wrong with her. That she’s not okay. But since I can really feel her move I know that she’s fine so yeah, I like the feeling a lot. It’s one of the best things about being pregnant I think.” Rodney smiled at John; one of his truly happy and content smiles. At that moment John was incredibly grateful that he was able to share this experience with Rodney, that they had chosen this way to have a child.
“Hey, want me to give you a backrub now?” John asked, holding up the bottle with the massage oil once more.
“No, I’m good for now. Come to bed with me I want you to hold me,” Rodney replied and opened his arms in invitation.
John put the massage oil away and hurried to comply. He shrugged out of his clothes in record time, slipping into bed with Rodney and pulling the covers over them both.
Rodney gave a contented sigh. “Hmm, that’s good. I could get used to this,” he murmured, clearly on the verge of sleep already.
John grinned. He suppressed a comment about how Rodney should enjoy it while it lasted because a newborn wouldn’t leave them a lot of time for cuddling in favor of pressing a kiss to Rodney’s temple.
“Sleep, Rodney,” he whispered and slipped an arm around Rodney’s middle. John moved closer still, resting his head on Rodney’s shoulder and pulling Rodney against himself gently. Rodney’s breath evened out and John knew he had fallen asleep. Smiling to himself, John told Atlantis to turn the lights down low.
Lying there, with his pregnant husband in his arms, John thought that he couldn’t think of a thing that was missing in his life. He had everything he needed, right there with him.
The end.
Author: darkmoore
Recipient: reddwarfer
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: M-preg, spanking, rough sex
Disclaimer: They are not mine. I just like to play in that sandbox. No money is being made from this.
Author's Notes: Thanks go to my beta who has been an unending source of encouragement (but who will remain unnamed until the authors are revealed.) This is for reddwarfer who gave me a very detailed list and with it about a gazillion ideas. Unfortunately, I couldn’t put them all in there. Dear reddwarfer, if RL hadn’t been such a bitch these last few weeks, this story would be a lot longer. I still tried my very best to give you what you wished for and hope you enjoy the story anyway. Merry Christmas!
Summary: Between an unplanned renewal of their vows and moving into a new apartment, John and Rodney take that step to add to their family. M-preg!
Taking the Next Step
“If we turn the study into a nursery I’ll need a new work area and neither our bedroom nor the living-room are big enough for us to spare the space,” Rodney said as they were rounding a corner. John was just about to remind Rodney that that was the reason why they had decided to move, when something bumped into him. “Hey partner, not so fast,” John grinned, helping the boy up from where he had stumbled backwards.
“Oh my, I’m so sorry, Colonel Sheppard. I’ve told Jeremy countless times not to run in the corridors but he just never listens,” Sarah Martin was clearly embarrassed at her son’s behavior as she took the boy’s hand firmly and pulled him towards herself. “Jeremy, that was very rude. Apologize to Colonel Sheppard.”
Looking contrite, the boy stared at his feet as he mumbled, “I’m sorry, sir.”
“It’s okay, don’t worry about it. No harm done,” John said to Sarah, then crouched down to look the boy in the eyes. “Listen Jeremy, your mom’s right, you shouldn’t run in the corridors. People are carrying dangerous stuff around here and you could get hurt. We don’t want that, alright? Why don’t you check out Teyla’s new stick fighting class or the trampoline Chase put up in gym 4, instead of running out here? I bet you’d like that. What do you say, buddy?” John reached out to mess up the boy’s hair and Jeremy shot him a surprised look.
“You’re really not angry? Cool!” Jeremy looked up to his mother. “Mom, can I try out the trampoline? Please?” he asked. “And the stick fighting. And the skateboard lessons Oliver told me about. Or maybe the diving? Amanda said they saw really cool fish! Please, even Colonel Sheppard thinks I should do something like that.”
John cringed. It was quite clear that this wasn’t the first time mother and son had this discussion. Trust him to hit a touchy topic dead on. John rubbed his neck and ducked his head. “Sorry ‘bout that,” he said to Sarah.
“No, you’re right, I should find something for him where he can safely get rid of all that energy. I just don’t want to see him get hurt.” She sighed. “Come on, Jeremy, we can discuss this over lunch.” Sarah gave John and Rodney a small nod. “Goodbye Colonel Sheppard. Doctor McKay.” A moment later they had vanished in the direction of the mess hall.
“Well done,” Rodney said sarcastically, just when John was about to ask him if he was alright. It just wasn’t like Rodney not to contribute anything to the conversation. “Are we going to have the same problems once we have children of our own? Will you encourage our children to try out dangerous sports or let them run around Atlantis like they have lost their mind?”
John suppressed a sigh. “Oh come on, Rodney. Neither Teyla’s stick fighting class nor any of the other courses for the kids are dangerous. They’re sports and kids need a place where they can safely use up all that excess energy. Don’t get me wrong buddy, but not every kid is content with sitting in their basement building fake nuclear bombs.”
“Oh great, mock me, why don’t you?”Rodney replied good naturedly. It wasn’t as if that topic wasn’t a constant source of banter between them. Rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet, Rodney crossed his arms in front of his body and asked, “What’s wrong with being interested in science instead of all kinds of sports where you can break your bones - or your neck?”
Sensing that this time a bit of diplomacy might be in order, John deliberately softened his voice. “Nothing, Rodney. There is nothing at all wrong with liking science. I was just thinking that I hope that our son would maybe like both? You know, go out and play with other kids and still be a little know-it-all like you.” John grinned, unwilling to let this discussion get out of hand.
Rodney narrowed his eyes at him as he started walking again, “Son? So you want our first child to be a boy?”
John fell in step with him and said, “Well, actually I thought we could let nature - or well in this case the nanites - decide about the gender. What about you? Do you have any preferences?” Surprisingly enough, lately when they had talked about having a child, they’d never discussed whether or not they wanted to decide the gender beforehand.
Rodney snorted. “We’ve known the date of the appointment for almost six weeks now and you didn’t think to ask me that until three days before the procedure? Sometimes you really astound me. John, it doesn’t matter to me if boy or girl, I just want everything to go well. I don’t care if Carson says that it’s completely safe, he’s a voodoo practitioner and he doesn’t even completely understand how the nanites do what they do, special training or not. I’d hate to have something go wrong. Atlantis wouldn’t survive long, deprived of my genius.”
John tugged at Rodney’s arm, prompting him to stop walking. Slipping his arms around Rodney’s waist and pulling him in close, John asked, “Atlantis wouldn’t survive long, huh? What about me?” he raised an eyebrow at Rodney who just rolled his eyes at John and smiled fondly. “How am I supposed to survive without my genius husband who saved my ass more times than I care to count?”
“Hm,” Rodney commented, obviously pretending to think very hard about the question. “I have no idea. Guess we need to make sure that Carson does his job right then.” Rodney grinned and leaned in to kiss John on the lips lightly.
John smiled, resisting the urge to rub himself against Rodney. He knew things would get out of hand quickly if he did that and he really didn’t want to give any passer-by’s a show. “We shouldn’t do this out here in the corridor. We don’t have time for more anyway, dial out’s in less than ninety minutes.” John reluctantly let go of Rodney and put some space between the two of them.
Rodney seemed to have come to the same conclusion. He sighed. “You’re right. I need to go to the labs anyway - Andrewson almost blew up the new project earlier and I threw them all out of lab three until I can check out the damage myself. Why is it that all the new ones behave worse than kindergartners when it comes to safety protocols?”
“Because they aren’t used to exploding tumors, quarantines, whacky ancient devices and a city that is almost sentient?” John asked back.
“Huh, yeah that might be,” Rodney said, sounding somewhat absentminded already.
John laughed. “Go berate your scientist, Rodney. See you in the ‘gateroom for dial out.”
Rodney made an aborted movement with his left hand that could mean anything and walked away without a reply. John shook his head, smiling fondly. That was just so typical Rodney.
oooooOooooo
When they arrived at Vivanero, there was some kind of feast going on. John frowned. He was sure that when they’d set this date specifically for this meeting the Tennarans hadn’t mentioned anything about festivities being held, at all.
Rodney shot him a surprised look as well, but before they could talk about the new situation, Tinianna came running towards them, a big smile on her face. John steeled himself for what was about to come. He liked Tinianna and the Tennarans a lot, but they had a fondness of physical contact that set John’s teeth on edge. “Welcome friends! You have been expected. My people wish for you to join us on this most joyful day. Sit with us, have some food and drink.” She grabbed John’s hand, clearly intending to pull him towards a group of trees where dozens of tables had been set up, loaded with all kinds of delicious looking food. If it hadn’t been for the up to then very positive relations with the Tennarans, a situation like this would have made all of John’s alarm bells go off. As it was, this only made him slightly queasy.
John held her back anyway. “Tinianna, what’s going on? We didn’t know you are having a celebration. We really don’t want to intrude on anything.” John had had his share of bad experiences with surprise feasts, but John reminded himself firmly that Tinianna and the other Tennarans had never given them any reason to suspect that they were anything but friendly. He just couldn’t go screw up their beneficial trading agreement on a hunch. Sam would have his head for that. And maybe, just maybe, they got lucky this time and the feast really was harmless after all.
Tinianna laughed. “You are not intruding. We are celebrating the festival of joining. It is our most sacred ritual. Come with me and I will explain it to you. The ceremonies will begin soon.” She let go of John’s hand and took off again, looking behind herself to see if John and the others followed.
“I believe that there is no harm in sharing this with them, John. This sounds like a pleasant celebration and a chance to learn more about their culture.” Teyla said from behind him and John sighed.
“Alright, we’ll stay. But at the first signs of trouble we’re out of here. Or do I have to remind you of the last time we agreed to participate in a ceremony?” Being tied to a pole stark naked wile some guy chanted and painted strange symbols on his skin was something John didn’t need a repetition of.
“No thanks,” Rodney murmured beside him as they followed Tinianna to where tables were set up, decorated and brimming with food and drink.
Tinianna grinned at them happily as they settled down where Ronon and Rodney pretty much began to eat almost instantly, completely unbothered by the laughing and celebrating people all around them. It seemed that the whole village was there, having one huge feast. Between the traditionally clothed celebrators, John could see some couples wearing what looked like ceremonial robes. It made John uneasy, reminding him that some sort of ritual was still to come.
Some of his thoughts must have shown on his face because Tinianna sat down beside him, looking at him with something akin to pity. “You don’t have to worry, Colonel John,” she said soothingly. “The festival of joining is not harmful or intrusive in any way. I know during your travels you must have come across some rituals that sounded very strange to you. But I promise this festival is different. Do you see that couple over there?” she pointed to two people who were kissing passionately. “They are going to join - marry as you would call it. Sheena and Laaron along with several other couples will speak in the ceremony. Surely you and your Dr. Rodney did have a similar festivity? I thought you said you are married.”
John blinked in surprise. “Wait, this is nothing but a huge wedding?” John asked, feeling impossibly relieved. “All of those people in the robes, they’re gonna marry in public?”
“Yes,” Tinianna smiled happily, clearly glad that John had understood what she had tried to say. “Yes, the festival of joining is about what you call ‘marriage’. New couples join officially with their partners while couples that have joined in the previous years renew their promise to stay together. You and Dr. Rodney are welcome to participate. We would be honored if you would speak at the ceremony.”
“What’s going on? John, what is she talking about?” Rodney, who had been concentrating on the food that was laid out before him, suddenly asked.
John grinned at Rodney, waggling his eyebrows. “Hey Rodney, wanna marry me again?”
oooooOooooo
“I can’t believe I agreed to do this,” Rodney murmured as he nervously twisted the hem of the maroon robes he was wearing. John suppressed a smile. They were standing among the celebrators, right next to the ritual circle they were about to enter to speak in front of the whole village. It was a strange feeling, but exhilarating nonetheless. In a way, John felt as nervous as he had at their wedding almost 5 years ago.
“It’s alright, Rodney. Nothing to worry about. We’re married already, remember? It’s not as if I can leave you standing in front of the altar,” John joked as he stepped closer and took Rodney’s cold hands into his own. It still surprised John how confident Rodney was when talking about his work but so insecure when it came to personal matters. After all these years, Rodney still acted as if it surprised him that John really wanted him.
“Ha ha, very funny, Sheppard,” Rodney said, shooting John an annoyed look. “Remind me again why you thought this was a good idea?”
John leaned close to Rodney, letting his breath ghost over Rodney’s skin. “Because that way we get to have another wedding night tonight,” John said in a low voice, resisting the urge to press himself against Rodney. It wouldn’t do for them to step into the circle sporting a hard on.
Rodney exhaled slowly, flushing at the thought. “Ah, right. That. Now, why don’t we get this over with, before I do something very stupid in front of all these people?” He slipped his hands out of John’s grasp and turned to Lueena, who was acting as something like the ceremony master. “We’re ready.”
She smiled at them, motioning them forward. She raised her voice and said, “My friends, let us now witness Colonel John and Dr. Rodney’s joining.” The crowd cheered and clapped and then both of them were gently nudged forward into the ritual circle.
Rodney cleared his throat, “I’ll go first.” He took a deep breath as he looked John in the eyes and John was reminded of their first ceremony, all those years back. It had been special in a way neither of them had thought possible. “John,” Rodney began, his voice quivering only the slightest bit. “We’ve been married for a couple of years now and I can’t … I can’t even imagine not being with you any more. I didn’t think I’d get to have this - whatever it is we have - in the first place, to be honest. I know I’m not a nice person. Ask anyone. I’m arrogant and petty, I’m loud and sarcastic and I make people cry. But you never tried to change me.”
He paused then, just for a second, as if he was still surprised by that fact. “You married me. You love me, I know you do, even though you only told me twice, so far. So, uhm, what I want to say is that I want to stay with you and - as I am just proving here to you - I’d marry you again any time.” Rodney exhaled slowly and audibly, his hands that had twisted the hem of his tunic were shaking but his eyes shone with love.
John swallowed hard. This was the most wonderful declaration of love he had ever received and John just wished he could reciprocate. But as always when it came to emotions, the words got stuck in his throat and his stomach was all twisted up in knots. Trying to give Rodney back at least some of what John had just been gifted with, John said, “I’m not good with words, Rodney. I can’t just … you know talk about feelings. Being with you is…” John really wished he could put words to his feelings, but he couldn’t get them to go past his tongue.
“Being with you is racing cars and beer on the pier. It’s lighting up your ancient doohickeys and dragging you away from your lab to eat. It’s coming home to you at night. It’s…” Lost for words and frustrated at his own incapability of voicing his feelings John shook his head sadly. “You’re my best friend, Rodney and I’m never gonna leave you.” A memory pushed to the surface, a moment that felt like a lifetime ago. A moment that had long lost its terror. John grinned at his husband and said, “You’re stuck with me, Rodney. Just accept it.”
Rodney smiled blindingly at him and leaned forward to press his lips against John’s. It was a chaste kiss, gentle in a way their kisses seldom were but it was perfect nonetheless. It told John that his message had been received. John thought that just felt like the best thing ever - knowing he hadn’t let Rodney down but had shown him his love without having to say the words.
Suddenly people all around them cheered and clapped, making John aware of where exactly they were, again. Rubbing his neck in embarrassment, John took hold of Rodney’s hand and led him out of the ritual circle. Tinianna came rushing towards them, a bright smile on her face.
“That was very inspiring. Thank you so much for participating in the joining. Will you and your friends stay the night?” her smile was blinding and almost childlike in its innocence and John wondered for a moment if she really couldn’t guess how all those happy couples were going to spend their wedding night.
“I’m sorry, Tinianna, but we need to go back tonight. We’re expected home,” John replied truthfully. The implantation procedure was scheduled in three days time and Rodney would go on medical leave for at least two weeks, right after the final briefing for this mission. Besides all that, John really preferred to have sex with Rodney in his own bed rather than in some thin walled room surrounded by dozens of newlyweds.
“I understand. Maybe you will be able to stay another time. The supplies you came to trade for will be brought to the ring of the ancestors for you. We all hope you will be back soon for further trading.” She smiled at them again and then engulfed each of them in a quick hug that took John totally by surprise.
“I’m sure we will, Tinianna,” Rodney, who seemed to have recovered from the impromptu hug faster than John or the others had, said. “Dr. Carter will be happy with our arrangement and I’m sure there’ll be a lot successful trades in the future. Oh, and I have to say I really enjoyed your festival.” Rodney smiled a genuine, warm smile at her that warmed John’s heart. It was rare that Rodney felt secure and relaxed enough to show such emotions when off-world.
“We were happy to share this celebration with you,” Tinianna replied. “I wish you a safe journey, my friends. I’m looking forward to your next visit already.” She waved at them one last time and vanished again into the mass of celebrating people.
oooooOooooo
“Dammit John, stop teasing me,” Rodney panted as he released the death-grip he had on the sheets, turning half-way round to look at John. “I need you to fuck me now.” He was on all fours in front of John, waggling his ass at John impatiently.
John grinned and delivered a solid smack on Rodney’s left butt cheek, leaving a red handprint on pale skin. Rodney moaned. “What you need, Rodney, is to stop trying to rush me,” John chided gently. He moved upwards, covering Rodney’s body with his own, pressing himself against Rodney until his mouth was right next to Rodney’s ear. “I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready, but not before,” John said and bit Rodney’s shoulder roughly. Underneath him, Rodney groaned and arched against him.
“I’m gonna come if you don’t hurry up a bit,” Rodney complained as he pressed himself closer against John, rubbing his ass against John’s cock.
“Hmmm, I don’t think so,” John replied and reached around to press firmly at the base of Rodney’s cock, starving off his orgasm. “I know you love to come while I fuck you. Wouldn’t want to disappoint you on our wedding night.” John leaned down and licked over the reddened patch of skin he had just bitten before blowing over it, gently. Rodney shuddered and sucked in a breath. John knew that Rodney wouldn’t stop him should he decide to take things a bit further, in fact, Rodney could most likely come from a bit of rough handling alone. It wouldn’t have been the first time, either. But John had other plans for tonight. He didn’t want for Rodney to come just yet.
On the other hand Rodney seemed to be enough in control still, so maybe John could dare to play a bit more. He rubbed his thumb over the faint bite-mark before he leaned down again and bit Rodney’s shoulder once more.
This time Rodney almost sobbed. “Fuck, John,” he moaned and reached up, bringing John’s mouth closer to his lips.
John complied, taking Rodney’s mouth in a bruising kiss. He bit down on Rodney’s lower lip none too gently, enjoying the breathless sounds Rodney made. “Gonna fuck you now,” John promised as he pushed himself upright completely, searching for the lube.
“About time,” Rodney murmured and just for that comment John smacked his ass again. Rodney’s hands tightened in the sheets once more, knuckles turning white. He took a few panting breaths, clearly fighting for control. “Do that again!”
John smiled. “Don’t think so. The last time we really got into it you came before I even got a chance to fuck you properly. Not gonna risk that tonight. You said you want to come with me inside of you and that’s what I want too. Now stop squirming.” John used his left hand to hold Rodney’s hips steady as he pushed two slippery fingers into Rodney with his right. They slipped in easily, Rodney opening up around him.
“Dammit John, get on with it. I was ready for you half an hour ago. Fuck me already.” Rodney was clearly losing patience, trying to push himself back onto John’s fingers.
“Demanding as ever,” John brought out as he slicked himself up and slowly pushed into Rodney.
“Jesus, yes, that’s it,” Rodney hissed and threw his head back, body going tense. John could tell he was as close to the edge as John was himself.
Leaning forward to wrap his arms around Rodney’s upper body, John then carefully moved back until he was in a kneeling position, Rodney’s ass firmly in his lap. Rodney’s head came to rest on John’s shoulder. He had his eyes closed and was panting, making tiny rocking motions with his hips.
“Not gonna last,” Rodney whispered, moving his head to press a kiss against John’s neck.
“That’s okay, me neither, “John replied. He reached down to wrap one hand around Rodney’s cock, stroking it just as he began to thrust up into Rodney.
It only took a moment until Rodney came with a harsh cry tightening all around him and sending John over the edge right behind him. They collapsed in a tangled heap on the bed, panting heavily.
After a moment Rodney moved to look at John, a small smile on his face. “Wow,” he said. “If all of our wedding nights are gonna be like this, I should marry you more often.”
At that, John just laughed.
oooooOooooo
Rodney squirmed on the infirmary bed, looking like he wanted to be anywhere but there. It unsettled John to see him like that. “Rodney, you don’t have to do that. We can still call it all off. Or I can do it if you want to,” John said, taking Rodney’s left hand in his own, rubbing the cold fingers a bit.
At that, Rodney shot him an annoyed glare. “Don’t be ridiculous, John. You can’t carry the child and you know it - I might be able to still work in the labs a bit when I’m waddling like some stupid duck, but you will be completely useless when you’re pregnant. Also, I want to know what it’s like. I’m just … not too fond of leaving the labs to Zelenka for a whole week. Who knows what those morons who call themselves scientists come up with to kill us, while I’m stuck here or in bed.” Rodney’s right hand waved around agitatedly and John had to resist a grin. That was so typically Rodney.
Thankfully the arrival of Carson saved John from having to answer Rodney’s rant. Carson came over, a tray with everything he needed for the procedure in hand. He sat it down on a nearby table before focusing on them. “Alright Rodney, John, this is really very simple. First, I’ll inject the nanites into your vein, Rodney and then I’ll hook you up to an IV with some nutrients that will enable the nanites to do their work faster.”
He patted Rodney’s arm lightly when Rodney flinched at the mention of the IV. John knew Rodney dreaded them, mainly because Rodney tended to talk with his hands a lot and that led to a pulling sensation Rodney absolutely hated. “Don’t worry, lad, it won’t take long at all. I think you’ll be able to go back to your room in about twelve to fourteen hours. Daily check ups after that. From what I’ve experienced with the other procedures I’ve done, we should be able to do the insemination in about three to four days. Five the most. That’s about it. Any questions so far?”
John wanted to say something but Rodney beat him to it.
“Just one question, actually. You’re sure this is safe, right?” Rodney asked and Carson smiled at Rodney patiently.
“Yes, Rodney, it is perfectly safe. There are over five thousand successful implantations with no ill side effects documented. I did almost sixty implantations myself during the training at the SGC and here on Atlantis and nothing ever went wrong. There is nothing to worry about, Rodney. Believe me, I know what I’m doing.” Carson had delivered his speech in a reassuring and calm voice and John could see the last tension drain out of Rodney.
“Oh alright, get on with it. But if I die a gruesome and painful death you will be responsible if those morons in my lab manage to blow up the city,” Rodney said but John knew it was only for show. He really was okay with going on.
“I’ll remember that, Rodney,” Carson replied good-naturedly. “Now, if you don’t have any more questions, let’s begin.”
oooooOooooo
“John!” Rodney called, dragging out his name so it sounded like it had at least half a dozen syllables. “I'm bored! My brain will rot and I’ll die if I can’t get up and do something, soon.”
Knowing Rodney was suffering from the side-effects of what Carson had explained as “hormonal fine-tuning” didn’t help John find any more patience. He felt like it had all been sucked out of him in the last couple of days (or hours, or something). Suppressing a sigh, John went to the living room where Rodney was lying on the big, comfortable couch, pouting. A collection of physics journals was strewn around him, left open with red notes crisscrossing the pages angrily, a couple of empty jell-o cups were sitting in a neat stack next to them, and there were two ancient gadgets John could see, which probably only scratched the surface of what Rodney had really squirreled away to “keep me occupied” .
“It’s just a couple of more hours, Rodney. Lying still for a little bit longer won’t kill you,” John said, repeating ‘this could be me, he’s not doing it to annoy me, it’s the hormones’ like a mantra in his head.
“You don’t know that. I can already feel my IQ dropping. Why can’t I at least have my laptop? I need something to do. Something productive.” Rodney sounded much like a petulant child now and John had absolutely no idea how to deal with the fact that his usually sarcastic and acerbic husband had turned into a hormonal wreck.
John clung to Carson’s assurances that Rodney would adapt to over the next few days and settle down to normal levels - well, normal for pregnant women, not for Rodney, but it was at least something. There was no way John could get through the next nine months if Rodney didn’t - he’d go crazy within the first trimester at this rate. “Rodney, that thing may be called ‘laptop’ but that doesn’t mean you actually should put it on your lap. Especially not since it’s been less than a day since Carson stuck a pretty long needle into your shiny new ‘female reproductive organ’, as you called it. What part of ‘you’re only allowed to get up to go to the bathroom for the next twenty-four hours’ did you not understand?” John was already sick and tired of repeating himself.
Rodney just kept whining and whining even though Carson had made it clear that Rodney would have to go on strict bed rest after the punctuation. One downside of having a womb in a male body was the fact that insemination was not possible the ‘usual’ way but would have to be done through the abdominal wall. Once Rodney was actually pregnant though, risks of something going wrong were very low. In fact, the chances for miscarriage in a male pregnancy were practically nonexistent. Thanks to the nanites.
“Carson also said that the procedure is completely safe and nothing ever went wrong. I don’t get why he insists on boring me to death here,” Rodney complained.
This time John sighed. “Rodney, has it ever occurred to you that there were no complications in the previous procedures because the patients actually listened to what their doctor told them? Now be nice or I won’t take you with me when we’re going to the new apartment later. Teyla, Ronon and Lorne agreed to help us move and I want to get started today.”
At that Rodney perked up. “We’re starting to move today?” he asked, face lighting up, a big smile on his face.
“Yes. Well, sort of. We’re looking at the apartment and might need to clear out some stuff that’s in there that we don’t need. It’ll still be some time until we can really move, but it’s a start. You can come with me after you had your check-up and Carson gave his okay. Not before. I won’t have you risking your health or that of our baby, you hear me?” he looked at Rodney sternly who just smiled though.
“Okay,” Rodney said agreeably. “At least now I have something to look forward to, since you and Carson are not letting me have any fun otherwise.” The pouty tone was back.
John shook his head in fond exasperation and went back to writing his list of things he needed to check out in the new apartment.
oooooOooooo
“Hm, I think I like the changing table better in the other corner,” Rodney said, looking at John and Ronon apologetically, while rubbing is protruding belly slightly.
They were setting up the nursery just now - the only room in the apartment that wasn’t furnished yet. The move into the new apartment had long since been finished, but Rodney had wanted to wait with the nursery, for some reason.
Now John and Ronon were moving furniture while Teyla was putting up the crib the Athosian’s had made for them. She was just about to put a soft, colorful blanket into the crib, but lifted her gaze to smile at Rodney fondly.
Ronon just grinned smugly, completely unfazed by Rodney’s request to move the heavy changing table once again. “Told you he’s nesting,” Ronon grumbled and as John watched Rodney blushed a bright crimson.
“I’m not … nesting,” Rodney said indignantly. “I just want the nursery to be perfect. We wouldn’t want for our daughter to get sick just because her changing table is standing in a draft, would we?” He folded his arms awkwardly over his rounded belly and avoided John’s and Ronon’s eyes.
“Of course we wouldn’t want that to happen, Rodney,” Teyla replied gently. She walked over to where Rodney was standing and rubbed a soothing hand over the small of his back. “I’m sure your daughter will be very comfortable here. You did well with this room.”
John admired the way Teyla always seemed to be able to dissolve all of Rodney’s insecurities, all his fear, with a few well chosen words. He finished moving the changing table to the place where Rodney wanted it and thanked Ronon for his help.
“I think we should leave Rodney and John alone now,” Teyla said and shot Ronon a pointed look. John felt a bit guilty about the relieve that swept through him at her words, but he really wanted to be alone with Rodney for a moment now and hadn’t known how to ask for it. Female intuition surely was an amazing thing.
“We will see you in the morning. Have a pleasant evening,” Teyla said as she leaned over to touch her forehead to Rodney’s.
“Don’t wear him out, we’re meeting for a run tomorrow,” Ronon said to Rodney, grinning at him.
“Yes, yes, very funny,” Rodney replied making shooing motions in the direction of Ronon and Teyla, who were already heading for the door, which closed behind them a moment later.
“We’re all alone,” John said deliberately as he walked over to where Rodney was standing and took him gently in his arms.
“Yes, thank you for stating the obvious,” Rodney replied with mild sarcasm. “You’re not planning on ‘christening’ this room like we did the others, are you. Cause that would be kinda…” he waved his hands about but didn’t finish the sentence.
John rolled his eyes at him. “No, Rodney, I’m not gonna fuck you in our daughter’s room. But I was thinking we could go to our bedroom and make out a bit. Relax, you know.”
“Hmm, sounds good to me,” Rodney said, voice dropping low. He pressed closer to John, slipping his hands under John’s t-shirt. “I could use some relaxation. My back is killing me.”
“I’ll see what I can do about that,” John promised and kissed Rodney lightly. The added weight of a sixth-month-belly was really hard on Rodney’s usually already cramped up back. By now though, John knew where to press and rub to ease the stinging pain Rodney had told him about.
After a moment of just standing there, holding each other, John said, “Come on, buddy, let’s move this to the bedroom.” He slipped out of the embrace but took Rodney’s hand in his, leading the way to the bedroom.
When Rodney wanted to lie down on the bed right away though, John stopped him. He took Rodney in his arms again and buried his head in Rodney’s neck, enjoying the closeness. “Let me undress you,” John finally said as he lifted his head to look into Rodney’s eyes.
Rodney smiled and opened his arms in an inviting manner. “I’m all yours,” he said.
John laughed. It felt good to see Rodney so happy, knowing that he had to deal with all kinds of pregnancy issues that went way beyond just an aching back. There were nosebleeds and heartburn, sleepless nights and itchy skin, swollen ankles and needing to get up to pee eight times a night. They’d lived through bouts of sudden nausea that turned Rodney green so fast John winced in sympathy. Twice so far Rodney had almost fainted because he’d gotten up too fast and the way he lately dropped things had nothing at all to do with clumsiness and everything with loosening joints. John knew it had to be utterly frustrating for Rodney, but he barely even complained. Sometimes it almost worried John a bit that Rodney was taking all of it in stride.
Pressing a quick kiss on the tip of Rodney’s nose, John slipped his hands under the hem of Rodney’s sweater, slowly pushing the garment over his head. The pants with the wide elastic band followed next, until Rodney stood in front of John, wearing nothing but his underwear.
“Hmmm, nice,” John murmured as he let his hands run appreciatively over Rodney’s belly. Rodney’s skin was warm and soft and John just loved the changes the pregnancy had brought to Rodney’s body.
When Rodney closed his eyes and seemed to sway slightly, John said, “Come on, let’s get you settled.” He rearranged the pillows on the bed, placing them in a way that would slightly elevate Rodney’s upper body, but would still support his back enough to not hurt. Then John nudged Rodney on the bed gently.
“You comfortable?” John asked, reaching for the body oil that was designed especially for use during pregnancy. Of course Rodney had reacted completely horrified when he found out that it had initially been designed for pregnant women, but John pointed out that pregnant men still were quite rare. The oil smelled faintly of roses, but despite that Rodney soon had learned to appreciate the benefits of the special concoction that was supposed to help prevent stretch marks and sooth itching skin.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Rodney replied, sounding a bit sleepy already, eyelids drooping. John smiled. It was an almost Pavlovian reaction by now. Rodney would relax almost the moment John brought out the massage oil. It had become somewhat of a ritual for them.
John started with Rodney’s shoulders, working his way slowly downwards to Rodney’s rounded belly. He carefully avoided the small, lighter patch of skin a few inches below Rodney’s belly button - the place where the skin was now a bit thinner and where the nanites would form the birth channel for the baby, once the time came. It was a scary but also somewhat reassuring thought that Rodney wouldn’t have to have a c-section - the nanites would make it possible for him to deliver without surgery.
Just when John carefully rubbed another light circle on Rodney’s belly, John felt the baby kick. John’s breath caught and he smiled. It was always such an awe-inspiring experience to feel his daughter move underneath his hands.
“What does it feel like for you, Rodney?” John asked. He’d wanted to know for some time now but had been reluctant to ask. Even though this was his child too, John felt a little like he was intruding on something that was just between the baby and Rodney.
“What does what feel like?” Rodney asked and slowly opened his eyes. “When the baby kicks?”
“Yeah, what’s it like?” John asked again. He really wanted to know.
“Well, at first it felt a lot like there was a load of bubbles trapped in my stomach,” Rodney said. “Or maybe like a whole hoard of butterflies. It was so soft. Now … now it feels exactly like you’d imagine it. Like someone poking you from inside. Sometimes the kicks are so hard it hurts, actually. Especially if she hits a certain spot high in my ribcage. But that’s more the exception than the rule.” Rodney sounded almost dreamy when he said that and John thought that this experience alone was maybe worth the hassle.
“Sounds like you enjoy it,” John finally said, watching Rodney carefully.
“Yeah, it’s great. Makes it more real, too. Until I could feel her I was always scared something might be wrong with her. That she’s not okay. But since I can really feel her move I know that she’s fine so yeah, I like the feeling a lot. It’s one of the best things about being pregnant I think.” Rodney smiled at John; one of his truly happy and content smiles. At that moment John was incredibly grateful that he was able to share this experience with Rodney, that they had chosen this way to have a child.
“Hey, want me to give you a backrub now?” John asked, holding up the bottle with the massage oil once more.
“No, I’m good for now. Come to bed with me I want you to hold me,” Rodney replied and opened his arms in invitation.
John put the massage oil away and hurried to comply. He shrugged out of his clothes in record time, slipping into bed with Rodney and pulling the covers over them both.
Rodney gave a contented sigh. “Hmm, that’s good. I could get used to this,” he murmured, clearly on the verge of sleep already.
John grinned. He suppressed a comment about how Rodney should enjoy it while it lasted because a newborn wouldn’t leave them a lot of time for cuddling in favor of pressing a kiss to Rodney’s temple.
“Sleep, Rodney,” he whispered and slipped an arm around Rodney’s middle. John moved closer still, resting his head on Rodney’s shoulder and pulling Rodney against himself gently. Rodney’s breath evened out and John knew he had fallen asleep. Smiling to himself, John told Atlantis to turn the lights down low.
Lying there, with his pregnant husband in his arms, John thought that he couldn’t think of a thing that was missing in his life. He had everything he needed, right there with him.
The end.