Fic: Touch (NC-17)
Title: Touch
Author: SGAtlantisLight
Characters: McKay, Sheppard, Beckett, Kavanaugh
Relationships: McKay/Sheppard, Zelenka/Beckett
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut, fluff
Spoilers: None
Summary: Part 52 of the Broken Series
Disclaimer: The characters, the setting, etc. are NOT mine, even if I wish they were.
As the small squares of metal ghosted over a nipple, John arched, long lines of his body taut and beautiful. Rodney smiled and leaned down, tracing the shape of the tags with his tongue and then sucking them into his mouth, lips teasing the sensitive bud beneath.
John reached down to run a hand through Rodney's hair, but his husband stopped sucking and grabbed the hand, returning it to its position above his head. "No moving. No touching."
John whimpered. Rodney smiled evilly, then leaned down and covered John's mouth with his, tongue tasting, thrusting, plundering until they were both breathless. Rodney broke the kiss, then tongued John's neck where the chain lay against it, tracing it down to his collarbone, onto his chest and down to the tags, all the while his own tags dangled against John's skin, teasing along it as Rodney moved. Rodney kissed John's chest, spiraling out from the tags, hints of tongue flickering against John's skin.
John let out a groan, fingers curling and uncurling reflexively.
Rodney stopped as he got to the dressing on John's left side and sat up, looking into John's eyes which were silently begging for relief. "Do you want me?"
John nodded, a sound halfway between a moan and a whine issuing from the back of his throat.
Rodney slid up his body and then straddled his chest. "Open up."
John whimpered again, but complied. Rodney leaned forward and slid his cock into John's mouth. "God, yes. I love your mouth. You ready?"
"Nng," John answered around Rodney's erection, slipping his hands under his head to support himself better and tilting his head back slightly for a better angle and then swirled his tongue around the head.
Rodney hummed appreciatively and began slowly, carefully pumping into John's hot, wet mouth. John managed somehow to smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling, and then he began sucking and licking.
"God!" Rodney exclaimed. "They should just put a picture of you like that under 'sex' in the dictionary."
John chuckled, the sensation traveling through Rodney's cock and making him gasp.
They kept up the slow, careful rhythm for an eternity until Rodney almost couldn't stand the thought of not fucking that mouth hard and fast and deep. He made himself stop and look down into John's lust-darkened eyes. "Do you want me to come down your throat or would you rather have me in your ass?"
John stopped sucking, his eyebrows raised in surprised thought, then pulled off Rodney's cock and bucked his body, indicating Rodney needed to get off. Rodney slid to the side. Quickly, John rolled over and sank his face into the pillow, his ass in the air.
Rodney grabbed the lube from the bedside table, then knelt behind his husband, considering the sculpted body before him. "I think I'm going to mark you every place you bit me last time."
"Oh, yeah," John groaned, forgetting the rules of their game tonight.
Rodney's hand smacked across his ass. John squeaked and bit his lip, but didn't speak.
Rodney reached up and pulled off the chain and dog tags that hung around his neck, then reached between John's legs and began looping the chain around his cock until the entire length was snug around the erection, the tags dangling in front of his balls.
They fell silent as Rodney ghosted a hand over John's ass appreciatively. The sound of the cap on the lube being popped seemed thunderous. The sound of John's gasps and the wet sucking sounds as Rodney stretched him out soon filled the room. When Rodney spoke again, it was in a whisper, as if afraid to violate the silence. "The U.S. Air Force thinks they own you, but they don't really, do they?"
John shook his head.
"Tell me who you belong to, John."
John gasped. "You, Rodney... I'm all yours," and then his voice broke in a groan as Rodney's cock filled him completely.
"Fuck, you're so hot!" Rodney gasped. "I'm going to... gonna take you hard. Don't want you to come till I'm done and I've got you in my mouth."
John nodded.
Rodney took him hard and fast, biting and sucking at his back, gasping out confessions of love, obscenities, and commentary between bites while John moaned wordlessly and fought to maintain control, till finally Rodney buried himself deep, forehead pressed to John's back, and filled him in sharp, hot pulses.
"Rodney," John gasped warningly.
Ignoring the breach, Rodney pulled out and rolled John over, sinking his mouth over John's cock. That was all it took and John was coming, filling Rodney's mouth to overflowing, gasping at each swallow.
As he lay collapsed and boneless, Rodney unwrapped the chain from around John's cock and slipped it into his mouth, cleaning it of sweat and come, ending with the tags themselves.
"God!" John gasped, shivering at the vision. "I'll never look at dog tags the same way again..."
***
He awoke to sunlight streaming in through the windows and managed to slip out of the bed and to the bathroom without waking John. When he returned, he had to pause and appreciate the sight-- John, tanned skin practically glowing in the morning light, sprawled naked and magnificent against the stark white of the sheets. Several purple marks broke up the golden expanse of his back and Rodney felt an unexpected surge of possessive pleasure at seeing them.
As Rodney watched, John yawned and stretched cat-like, then opened one eye to glare at him. "'M cold. Stop staring and get your ass back in bed."
"Good morning to you, too," Rodney answered, crawling in beside John.
"Soft, warm, sexy Rodney..." John purred, curling against him.
"Skinny-assed bastard," Rodney said affectionately, kissing his tousled hair.
John slipped his arms around his husband and pulled him closer, a quiet smile on his face. "Can we stay in bed all day today?"
"Well, we don't have anything planned except the wedding rehearsal with Radek and Carson this evening, but somehow I think you'd get a bit stir crazy in bed all day."
"Nu-uh," John answered. "Sleep some, then make love to you, maybe get a bite to eat, make love again, sleep some more, repeat..."
Rodney chuckled. "I think you're overestimating our sexual stamina there a bit, loverboy."
John sighed. "You may be right." He leaned over and kissed Rodney. "Mmmm... minty."
"Yes, unlike some people, I try to spare my husband morning breath."
"Spoilsport." John stretched again. "What was on the cafeteria menu for breakfast this morning?"
"Pancakes is all I can remember."
"Sounds good."
"Let's get your dressings changed and we'll head down there."
Both of them sat up and Rodney began undoing the bandage on John's right hand. As more of the gauze came away, Rodney's body tensed. He stared as the last piece came away, studying the wound underneath. "Huh," he said, and reached for the other hand. When he had both hands unwrapped, he reached for his radio with growing excitement, exchanging smiles with John. "McKay to Beckett... Hey, Carson, are you still home?... Good. Could you drop by a minute?"
***
Carson had given them a scowl when he'd noticed the bite mark on John's throat. "Rodney, I'd appreciate it if the best men at me wedding didn't look like they'd just stumbled in from having sex."
"Very funny, Carson. Look at his hands."
Carson studied John's hands. "Was there any blood on the dressings?"
"Not much. A drop or two," Rodney answered.
Carson nodded. "It looks like the wounds are finally closing up. Probably a few more days and they'll be gone."
"Cool," John said.
"Will they scar?" Rodney asked.
Carson considered. "They might scar rather lightly. It shouldn't be anything too horrible."
***
"Too bad it won't be in time for the wedding," Lieutenant Gilchrist said as they sat around a table at lunch.
Deyn reached out and lightly ran a finger over the lighter dressing that Carson had applied that morning. John shook his head. "You're still not allowed to help, buddy."
"Actually, I've been thinking..." Carson started.
Kavanaugh gave him a glare.
"No, really, hear me out, Doctor Kavanaugh. We theorised that Deyn was capable of healing someone more slowly, so he would be only need to use his own physical resources to do it. The colonel might be an ideal test subject to try it out. He's not terribly injured, so even if Deyn does need to draw from you, it'll only result in you needing an afternoon nap. It might be good practice."
Deyn gave his father a pleading look.
"Do you want to do this?" Kavanaugh asked.
The boy nodded.
"What about you, colonel?"
John shrugged. "I'm fine with letting them heal naturally, but there's some advantage in letting Deyn practice. I can't think that it would hurt to try."
Kavanaugh bit his lip, thinking. "Okay, after lunch, we'll head back to our apartment and try it there, where we're close to our beds if we need them. Deal?"
Deyn nodded, smiling.
***
"All right, son," Carson said soothingly. "Just relax and try to think about taking it slow. The colonel isn't dying or in any terrible amount of pain. Ye can do this slowly."
Cautiously, Deyn reached out and placed a hand on John's cheek.
Kavanaugh winced, his hands clenching at the phantom sense of pain in his hands, arms, and chest, and then the sensation was gone.
John didn't feel anything for a moment, then had an itching sensation around the wounds. At the same moment, he felt a little mental click, like a door drifting open. Strange emotions teased along the edges of his mind-- small feelings of pride and guilt amidst a greater sense of lost-ness, aloneness, and an undercurrent of fear and insecurity.
Deyn's eyes met his and he saw a child alone in a city full of adults, a child who had lost his whole world, a child who had only a fragile thread to one man for security.
"Do you feel anything, John?" Rodney asked.
"Yeah... kind of an itch."
"Good. I think that's what you should be feeling. We'll check back in a couple of hours then," Carson said.
John nodded and turned to Kavanaugh. "Thank you. It was generous of you to try this."
"No problem," the scientist answered, though John could see he appreciated the acknowledgement. "Come on, buddy. I've got some models I need to finish running in the lab."
Deyn took his hand and smiled at him and then back at John.
"Thanks, buddy," John said, then nodded at Kavanaugh. "Take good care of him, doc." He watched the boy walk out and considered the soft tinge of loneliness still flickering at the edges of his awareness. "Take good care..."
Author: SGAtlantisLight
Characters: McKay, Sheppard, Beckett, Kavanaugh
Relationships: McKay/Sheppard, Zelenka/Beckett
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut, fluff
Spoilers: None
Summary: Part 52 of the Broken Series
Disclaimer: The characters, the setting, etc. are NOT mine, even if I wish they were.
As the small squares of metal ghosted over a nipple, John arched, long lines of his body taut and beautiful. Rodney smiled and leaned down, tracing the shape of the tags with his tongue and then sucking them into his mouth, lips teasing the sensitive bud beneath.
John reached down to run a hand through Rodney's hair, but his husband stopped sucking and grabbed the hand, returning it to its position above his head. "No moving. No touching."
John whimpered. Rodney smiled evilly, then leaned down and covered John's mouth with his, tongue tasting, thrusting, plundering until they were both breathless. Rodney broke the kiss, then tongued John's neck where the chain lay against it, tracing it down to his collarbone, onto his chest and down to the tags, all the while his own tags dangled against John's skin, teasing along it as Rodney moved. Rodney kissed John's chest, spiraling out from the tags, hints of tongue flickering against John's skin.
John let out a groan, fingers curling and uncurling reflexively.
Rodney stopped as he got to the dressing on John's left side and sat up, looking into John's eyes which were silently begging for relief. "Do you want me?"
John nodded, a sound halfway between a moan and a whine issuing from the back of his throat.
Rodney slid up his body and then straddled his chest. "Open up."
John whimpered again, but complied. Rodney leaned forward and slid his cock into John's mouth. "God, yes. I love your mouth. You ready?"
"Nng," John answered around Rodney's erection, slipping his hands under his head to support himself better and tilting his head back slightly for a better angle and then swirled his tongue around the head.
Rodney hummed appreciatively and began slowly, carefully pumping into John's hot, wet mouth. John managed somehow to smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling, and then he began sucking and licking.
"God!" Rodney exclaimed. "They should just put a picture of you like that under 'sex' in the dictionary."
John chuckled, the sensation traveling through Rodney's cock and making him gasp.
They kept up the slow, careful rhythm for an eternity until Rodney almost couldn't stand the thought of not fucking that mouth hard and fast and deep. He made himself stop and look down into John's lust-darkened eyes. "Do you want me to come down your throat or would you rather have me in your ass?"
John stopped sucking, his eyebrows raised in surprised thought, then pulled off Rodney's cock and bucked his body, indicating Rodney needed to get off. Rodney slid to the side. Quickly, John rolled over and sank his face into the pillow, his ass in the air.
Rodney grabbed the lube from the bedside table, then knelt behind his husband, considering the sculpted body before him. "I think I'm going to mark you every place you bit me last time."
"Oh, yeah," John groaned, forgetting the rules of their game tonight.
Rodney's hand smacked across his ass. John squeaked and bit his lip, but didn't speak.
Rodney reached up and pulled off the chain and dog tags that hung around his neck, then reached between John's legs and began looping the chain around his cock until the entire length was snug around the erection, the tags dangling in front of his balls.
They fell silent as Rodney ghosted a hand over John's ass appreciatively. The sound of the cap on the lube being popped seemed thunderous. The sound of John's gasps and the wet sucking sounds as Rodney stretched him out soon filled the room. When Rodney spoke again, it was in a whisper, as if afraid to violate the silence. "The U.S. Air Force thinks they own you, but they don't really, do they?"
John shook his head.
"Tell me who you belong to, John."
John gasped. "You, Rodney... I'm all yours," and then his voice broke in a groan as Rodney's cock filled him completely.
"Fuck, you're so hot!" Rodney gasped. "I'm going to... gonna take you hard. Don't want you to come till I'm done and I've got you in my mouth."
John nodded.
Rodney took him hard and fast, biting and sucking at his back, gasping out confessions of love, obscenities, and commentary between bites while John moaned wordlessly and fought to maintain control, till finally Rodney buried himself deep, forehead pressed to John's back, and filled him in sharp, hot pulses.
"Rodney," John gasped warningly.
Ignoring the breach, Rodney pulled out and rolled John over, sinking his mouth over John's cock. That was all it took and John was coming, filling Rodney's mouth to overflowing, gasping at each swallow.
As he lay collapsed and boneless, Rodney unwrapped the chain from around John's cock and slipped it into his mouth, cleaning it of sweat and come, ending with the tags themselves.
"God!" John gasped, shivering at the vision. "I'll never look at dog tags the same way again..."
***
He awoke to sunlight streaming in through the windows and managed to slip out of the bed and to the bathroom without waking John. When he returned, he had to pause and appreciate the sight-- John, tanned skin practically glowing in the morning light, sprawled naked and magnificent against the stark white of the sheets. Several purple marks broke up the golden expanse of his back and Rodney felt an unexpected surge of possessive pleasure at seeing them.
As Rodney watched, John yawned and stretched cat-like, then opened one eye to glare at him. "'M cold. Stop staring and get your ass back in bed."
"Good morning to you, too," Rodney answered, crawling in beside John.
"Soft, warm, sexy Rodney..." John purred, curling against him.
"Skinny-assed bastard," Rodney said affectionately, kissing his tousled hair.
John slipped his arms around his husband and pulled him closer, a quiet smile on his face. "Can we stay in bed all day today?"
"Well, we don't have anything planned except the wedding rehearsal with Radek and Carson this evening, but somehow I think you'd get a bit stir crazy in bed all day."
"Nu-uh," John answered. "Sleep some, then make love to you, maybe get a bite to eat, make love again, sleep some more, repeat..."
Rodney chuckled. "I think you're overestimating our sexual stamina there a bit, loverboy."
John sighed. "You may be right." He leaned over and kissed Rodney. "Mmmm... minty."
"Yes, unlike some people, I try to spare my husband morning breath."
"Spoilsport." John stretched again. "What was on the cafeteria menu for breakfast this morning?"
"Pancakes is all I can remember."
"Sounds good."
"Let's get your dressings changed and we'll head down there."
Both of them sat up and Rodney began undoing the bandage on John's right hand. As more of the gauze came away, Rodney's body tensed. He stared as the last piece came away, studying the wound underneath. "Huh," he said, and reached for the other hand. When he had both hands unwrapped, he reached for his radio with growing excitement, exchanging smiles with John. "McKay to Beckett... Hey, Carson, are you still home?... Good. Could you drop by a minute?"
***
Carson had given them a scowl when he'd noticed the bite mark on John's throat. "Rodney, I'd appreciate it if the best men at me wedding didn't look like they'd just stumbled in from having sex."
"Very funny, Carson. Look at his hands."
Carson studied John's hands. "Was there any blood on the dressings?"
"Not much. A drop or two," Rodney answered.
Carson nodded. "It looks like the wounds are finally closing up. Probably a few more days and they'll be gone."
"Cool," John said.
"Will they scar?" Rodney asked.
Carson considered. "They might scar rather lightly. It shouldn't be anything too horrible."
***
"Too bad it won't be in time for the wedding," Lieutenant Gilchrist said as they sat around a table at lunch.
Deyn reached out and lightly ran a finger over the lighter dressing that Carson had applied that morning. John shook his head. "You're still not allowed to help, buddy."
"Actually, I've been thinking..." Carson started.
Kavanaugh gave him a glare.
"No, really, hear me out, Doctor Kavanaugh. We theorised that Deyn was capable of healing someone more slowly, so he would be only need to use his own physical resources to do it. The colonel might be an ideal test subject to try it out. He's not terribly injured, so even if Deyn does need to draw from you, it'll only result in you needing an afternoon nap. It might be good practice."
Deyn gave his father a pleading look.
"Do you want to do this?" Kavanaugh asked.
The boy nodded.
"What about you, colonel?"
John shrugged. "I'm fine with letting them heal naturally, but there's some advantage in letting Deyn practice. I can't think that it would hurt to try."
Kavanaugh bit his lip, thinking. "Okay, after lunch, we'll head back to our apartment and try it there, where we're close to our beds if we need them. Deal?"
Deyn nodded, smiling.
***
"All right, son," Carson said soothingly. "Just relax and try to think about taking it slow. The colonel isn't dying or in any terrible amount of pain. Ye can do this slowly."
Cautiously, Deyn reached out and placed a hand on John's cheek.
Kavanaugh winced, his hands clenching at the phantom sense of pain in his hands, arms, and chest, and then the sensation was gone.
John didn't feel anything for a moment, then had an itching sensation around the wounds. At the same moment, he felt a little mental click, like a door drifting open. Strange emotions teased along the edges of his mind-- small feelings of pride and guilt amidst a greater sense of lost-ness, aloneness, and an undercurrent of fear and insecurity.
Deyn's eyes met his and he saw a child alone in a city full of adults, a child who had lost his whole world, a child who had only a fragile thread to one man for security.
"Do you feel anything, John?" Rodney asked.
"Yeah... kind of an itch."
"Good. I think that's what you should be feeling. We'll check back in a couple of hours then," Carson said.
John nodded and turned to Kavanaugh. "Thank you. It was generous of you to try this."
"No problem," the scientist answered, though John could see he appreciated the acknowledgement. "Come on, buddy. I've got some models I need to finish running in the lab."
Deyn took his hand and smiled at him and then back at John.
"Thanks, buddy," John said, then nodded at Kavanaugh. "Take good care of him, doc." He watched the boy walk out and considered the soft tinge of loneliness still flickering at the edges of his awareness. "Take good care..."