Fic (repost): Day in the Life (SGA McKay/Sheppard NC-17)
Title: Day in the Life, aka Early Riser and Evening Prayers
Author: tigerlady
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit being made from this.
Summary: John woke up horny/John came back with a plan.
Notes: Two related shorts written for mmom, the second dedicated to chopchica. 2500 words.
Early Riser
John woke up horny.
That wasn't unusual. But the sky outside his windows was still more black than grey, and he was pretty sure that the sun wasn't up yet. It was hard to tell, with the storm clouds that had attached themselves to Atlantis's spires the last few days, but his internal clock was saying he still had quite a bit of time before he actually had to get up.
Didn't change the fact that he was really fucking horny. Rodney was still asleep--of course--but his cock was granite-hard against John's thigh. John was pretty sure he could fix the sleeping thing.
"McKay," he whispered, wiggling his hand under the covers so he could get down to business. He ran the tips of his fingers over Rodney's naked side, more because he wanted to than to actually try to wake Rodney up. Goosebumps sprang up at his touch, and Rodney made an adorable little snuffle into his pillow. Impatient, John went right for Rodney's cock. He played with the head until it was slippery and completely coated in pre-come.
When he let go, Rodney cracked one eye open.
"The sky's not awake yet," he mumbled.
John laughed. "Is that some esoteric subfield of astrophysics? Sleep cycle studies of the stars?"
"Very scientific," Rodney agreed hazily. "Now let me go back to sleep."
"Sure thing," John said, inching his hand around to Rodney's ass. "Good thing that morning wood isn't going to keep you up."
Rodney sighed. Huffily. Then he flopped over onto his back and reached for his cock. John pulled the sheet back so he could see what Rodney was doing. He was making slow, easy, long strokes that wound John so tight he thought he might come just from watching.
"Yeah, that's it," he encouraged. He encouraged more by running his fingers over the soft, hairy skin of Rodney's inner thigh. He started creeping higher, towards Rodney's balls.
Then he heard the snore.
John sighed. He rolled onto his back and took hold of his own cock. Apparently Rodney's time table was as immutable as the sky's.
Evening Prayers
"Whatcha doin', McKay?"
John didn't hide his grin when Rodney's head snapped up, eyes wide as he wrenched his hand out of his boxers like he'd just realized he had a hold of a rod of hot uranium.
Not that John didn't find Rodney's cock that hot, himself.
"What are you doing here? I didn't hear you come in." Rodney sat up, scrabbling for a sheet he had no need for. "Aren't you supposed to be on the mainland? Is there a problem?"
John eased into Rodney's desk chair and started loosening his shoelaces. "The whole settlement has the flu. They were going to put up with us anyway, but Carson put his foot down. So here I am."
"Flu?" Rodney edged towards the far side of his bed. "You didn't catch it, did you?"
"Yes, Rodney. In the whole three minutes I was there, I managed to tongue-kiss all of the most virulent villagers and pick up the bug." John stood up, snaking his belt free as he did so. "And now I'm going to infect you."
Rodney started scrambling, but John was faster. He launched himself across the last few feet of open space, catching Rodney around the waist and dragging him back onto the mattress. He knocked his knee good on the bedframe in the process, but he kept his mind focused. Rodney struggled, but John was determined.
"You are so immature," Rodney panted out after finally giving up. His face was flushed as he glared up at John, and sweat was already gathering at his temples. "How do you know I didn't want a little alone time?"
John let go of Rodney's wrists, stung. "I'm beginning to think you want alone time all the time, McKay."
Rodney's entire face screwed tight. "What? What are you talking about?"
"You weren't interested this morning, either." At the time, John had figured it was just exhaustion overcoming lust, but it wouldn't be the first time the vagaries of romance had bit him in the ass.
Rodney blinked. "Again, what are you talking about?"
"You don't remember this morning?"
"I vaguely remember you leaving for your run, as usual, but other than that, no. Why, did you try to molest me or something?"
John snorted, shaking his head at himself. Maybe those romantic vagaries weren't as evil as he remembered them being. "Or something. You wouldn't wake up, so I took care of myself."
"Oh." Rodney looked caught between disappointed and intrigued. His tongue darted out, wetting his lips before he thrust his hips upward, trying to grind into John's ass. "Oh, well, I'm interested right now. Very interested. Although I could do without the manhandling, thank you very much."
John leaned forward, catching Rodney's wrists again. "Oh, I think manhandling is exactly what you need," he whispered in Rodney's ear. "Maybe I should teach you a lesson about taking opportunities when they come along."
"What? What does that mean?"
Rodney started squirming again, putting some real effort into it this time. John had to struggle to keep the upper hand, especially when the struggling changed into rubbing and humping. It was good, real good. He had to remember not to get too caught up in it, though. Fantasies had played out in his head the entire trip back from the mainland, how he was going to get Rodney off, nice and slow, and he wasn't about to let it end too soon.
"Keep trying all you want," John taunted. "We're doing it my way tonight."
"I don't know why people think you're nice," Rodney huffed.
John snuffled at the stubbly line of skin where Rodney's jaw met his neck. "I'm very nice," John murmured. "Just wait and see."
Rodney whimpered and shoved his cock against John's. "I don't suppose you want to be nice right now?"
"Not really," John said, and lightly bit Rodney's jaw. He raised his hips when Rodney tried to thrust against him again. He pressed Rodney's wrists into the bed, slowly releasing his grip. "Don't move."
John sat up. Of course Rodney went straight for his cock. John grabbed his right hand before it got there. "I said, don't move."
"Oh, come on," Rodney whined. "You know I was already primed."
"I've been primed all day," John said. He pushed Rodney's hands back above his head and gave them a meaningful glare. "Surely a real genius could figure out a little thing like patience."
Rodney opened his mouth, but then he shut it again, lips set firmly in a clear 'get on with it' glower.
"Good," John said, and rewarded Rodney by working his boxers down his legs and off. John pulled off his own shirt, but left his pants on. He needed the reminder.
Rodney's cock bobbed up and down, up and down, slowly begging John to bend forward and take it in. A thread of pre-come trailed to Rodney's belly. John swiped his finger through it, breaking the link, and then licked his finger clean.
"Please, John."
John smiled. If he didn't want to, he wouldn't even have to put any effort into driving Rodney crazy. But oh, he wanted to. Rodney smelled like long afternoons cuddled up under the blankets, lazy with sex and sleep. John pressed his face into the soft skin of Rodney's thigh, taking a deep breath and rubbing his cheek across the hairs. Rodney spread his legs wider, and John obliged by mouthing his balls.
"Oh, yes, like that, please." Rodney loved having his balls played with, but they hardly ever took the time to do it. Not that John wasn't willing to. But somehow, they always got too caught up in getting each other off. John smiled around his mouthful; as turned on as Rodney always got, John really shouldn't be worrying about being wanted.
He pulled back and swallowed the spit that had built up in his mouth, continuing to lazily cup and roll Rodney's sack in his hand. Rodney was cooperating with John's plan by clenching his fingers into the pillow under his head. His eyes were closed tight, as if he let them crack open John would melt away into the wisps of a disappearing dream.
So instead, John bent forward again and slid his mouth down Rodney's cock. Rodney made a little sigh and his quads relaxed beneath John's arms. Like he'd been so on edge that John's mouth was a comfort. Which was a nice thought, but not at all what John was aiming for tonight. He moved up and down, building a rhythm until Rodney was moaning, tensing from the effort not to thrust--and then he pulled off.
Rodney whimpered and thrust up into the air. Then his eyes popped open. "Oh, God. Why did you stop?"
John licked his lips. "Oh, we're not done yet."
"I hate you." Rodney looked lost, eyes lust-stupid as he blinked up at the ceiling. "I hate you so much."
"Mmm-hmm," John said absently. He crouched forward, trying to keep his body away from Rodney's as he went in for a kiss. But Rodney lurched up, clamping his arms around John and pulling him in tight. The kiss was so wild and hungry that John lost himself in it.
Rodney finally broke away. "Fuck me," he said, unbuttoning John's pants. "You know you want to."
John pressed his temple against Rodney's, resting his head as he forced himself to breathe through his nose. He did want to. A whole hell of a lot. Especially when Rodney's hand was inching into John's boxers, brushing against the head of his cock. Coaxing him to give in.
John shook his head. He took a deep breath and pushed himself up. He pushed his pants down to his knees, but no further. Then he straddled Rodney's groin.
"The rules were," he said, regretfully pulling Rodney's right hand from his cock and then stuffing it under his left knee so that it was pinned, "that you stay hands-off, and I do what I want to do."
Rodney frowned up at him, but he let John pin his other hand. "So, ah, what do you want to do? Please say it involves coming, or I think I'm going to die."
John leaned precariously to the side, fishing the lube out from under the pillow where he'd spied it earlier. He squeezed a dollop onto his hand. "Oh, it involves coming, all right," he said as he took hold of himself. "I thought I'd show you what you missed out on this morning."
And then he started stroking. Playing at first, no rhythm, just spreading the lube around and testing out what felt best right now. He was almost as immobilized as Rodney was, with his pants holding his legs tight, and the stricture added a whole other level to what he was doing. Thrusting into his hand was pretty much out, but he could rock his hips slowly. Put on a real show.
"I could help," Rodney said, never looking away from John's cock. "Make it up to you."
John shook his head. He was getting into it now, finding a rhythm that was going to take him right up to the edge, and Rodney looked every bit as turned on as John felt. He started undulating beneath John, the motion of his hips pushing John's cock faster through his hand.
"You look fantastic," Rodney said quietly. "You should have tried harder to wake me up."
"Next time," John gritted out. And then he was there, coming all over Rodney's belly and chest, some of it hitting Rodney's own wet cock. John kept stroking, not wanting to stop, ever, but finally the tension started fading away.
"Me, now." Rodney pulled his hands free of John's knees and started stroking himself..
"Give me a second," John said, taking one more deep breath. He slid his right hand through the mess on Rodney's stomach and scooted back so he could work his come-lubed hand under Rodney's balls. Then he went down on Rodney until his mouth met Rodney's hand.
"Oh, that, yes," Rodney rambled, still moving his hand. They moved together, John letting Rodney's thumb ram against the bottom of his chin on the upstrokes, the head of Rodney's cock hit the back of his throat on the down, all the while working his finger between Rodney's cheeks until he was inside.
"Ohhhhh," Rodney sighed, right before he came. John swallowed hard and fast. His plan to blow Rodney's mind must have been a good one, because Rodney just kept coming, until John didn't think he'd be able to swallow it all.
"Wow," Rodney said at last. "I think you killed me."
John sat up, wiped his hand across his mouth, and then got rid of his pants and boxers. Rodney turned onto his side, and John crawled in beside him. He was pretty wiped out, too.
"You know," Rodney said sleepily, "if you have a hard time waking me up next time, try bringing me coffee."
Author: tigerlady
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit being made from this.
Summary: John woke up horny/John came back with a plan.
Notes: Two related shorts written for mmom, the second dedicated to chopchica. 2500 words.
Early Riser
John woke up horny.
That wasn't unusual. But the sky outside his windows was still more black than grey, and he was pretty sure that the sun wasn't up yet. It was hard to tell, with the storm clouds that had attached themselves to Atlantis's spires the last few days, but his internal clock was saying he still had quite a bit of time before he actually had to get up.
Didn't change the fact that he was really fucking horny. Rodney was still asleep--of course--but his cock was granite-hard against John's thigh. John was pretty sure he could fix the sleeping thing.
"McKay," he whispered, wiggling his hand under the covers so he could get down to business. He ran the tips of his fingers over Rodney's naked side, more because he wanted to than to actually try to wake Rodney up. Goosebumps sprang up at his touch, and Rodney made an adorable little snuffle into his pillow. Impatient, John went right for Rodney's cock. He played with the head until it was slippery and completely coated in pre-come.
When he let go, Rodney cracked one eye open.
"The sky's not awake yet," he mumbled.
John laughed. "Is that some esoteric subfield of astrophysics? Sleep cycle studies of the stars?"
"Very scientific," Rodney agreed hazily. "Now let me go back to sleep."
"Sure thing," John said, inching his hand around to Rodney's ass. "Good thing that morning wood isn't going to keep you up."
Rodney sighed. Huffily. Then he flopped over onto his back and reached for his cock. John pulled the sheet back so he could see what Rodney was doing. He was making slow, easy, long strokes that wound John so tight he thought he might come just from watching.
"Yeah, that's it," he encouraged. He encouraged more by running his fingers over the soft, hairy skin of Rodney's inner thigh. He started creeping higher, towards Rodney's balls.
Then he heard the snore.
John sighed. He rolled onto his back and took hold of his own cock. Apparently Rodney's time table was as immutable as the sky's.
Evening Prayers
"Whatcha doin', McKay?"
John didn't hide his grin when Rodney's head snapped up, eyes wide as he wrenched his hand out of his boxers like he'd just realized he had a hold of a rod of hot uranium.
Not that John didn't find Rodney's cock that hot, himself.
"What are you doing here? I didn't hear you come in." Rodney sat up, scrabbling for a sheet he had no need for. "Aren't you supposed to be on the mainland? Is there a problem?"
John eased into Rodney's desk chair and started loosening his shoelaces. "The whole settlement has the flu. They were going to put up with us anyway, but Carson put his foot down. So here I am."
"Flu?" Rodney edged towards the far side of his bed. "You didn't catch it, did you?"
"Yes, Rodney. In the whole three minutes I was there, I managed to tongue-kiss all of the most virulent villagers and pick up the bug." John stood up, snaking his belt free as he did so. "And now I'm going to infect you."
Rodney started scrambling, but John was faster. He launched himself across the last few feet of open space, catching Rodney around the waist and dragging him back onto the mattress. He knocked his knee good on the bedframe in the process, but he kept his mind focused. Rodney struggled, but John was determined.
"You are so immature," Rodney panted out after finally giving up. His face was flushed as he glared up at John, and sweat was already gathering at his temples. "How do you know I didn't want a little alone time?"
John let go of Rodney's wrists, stung. "I'm beginning to think you want alone time all the time, McKay."
Rodney's entire face screwed tight. "What? What are you talking about?"
"You weren't interested this morning, either." At the time, John had figured it was just exhaustion overcoming lust, but it wouldn't be the first time the vagaries of romance had bit him in the ass.
Rodney blinked. "Again, what are you talking about?"
"You don't remember this morning?"
"I vaguely remember you leaving for your run, as usual, but other than that, no. Why, did you try to molest me or something?"
John snorted, shaking his head at himself. Maybe those romantic vagaries weren't as evil as he remembered them being. "Or something. You wouldn't wake up, so I took care of myself."
"Oh." Rodney looked caught between disappointed and intrigued. His tongue darted out, wetting his lips before he thrust his hips upward, trying to grind into John's ass. "Oh, well, I'm interested right now. Very interested. Although I could do without the manhandling, thank you very much."
John leaned forward, catching Rodney's wrists again. "Oh, I think manhandling is exactly what you need," he whispered in Rodney's ear. "Maybe I should teach you a lesson about taking opportunities when they come along."
"What? What does that mean?"
Rodney started squirming again, putting some real effort into it this time. John had to struggle to keep the upper hand, especially when the struggling changed into rubbing and humping. It was good, real good. He had to remember not to get too caught up in it, though. Fantasies had played out in his head the entire trip back from the mainland, how he was going to get Rodney off, nice and slow, and he wasn't about to let it end too soon.
"Keep trying all you want," John taunted. "We're doing it my way tonight."
"I don't know why people think you're nice," Rodney huffed.
John snuffled at the stubbly line of skin where Rodney's jaw met his neck. "I'm very nice," John murmured. "Just wait and see."
Rodney whimpered and shoved his cock against John's. "I don't suppose you want to be nice right now?"
"Not really," John said, and lightly bit Rodney's jaw. He raised his hips when Rodney tried to thrust against him again. He pressed Rodney's wrists into the bed, slowly releasing his grip. "Don't move."
John sat up. Of course Rodney went straight for his cock. John grabbed his right hand before it got there. "I said, don't move."
"Oh, come on," Rodney whined. "You know I was already primed."
"I've been primed all day," John said. He pushed Rodney's hands back above his head and gave them a meaningful glare. "Surely a real genius could figure out a little thing like patience."
Rodney opened his mouth, but then he shut it again, lips set firmly in a clear 'get on with it' glower.
"Good," John said, and rewarded Rodney by working his boxers down his legs and off. John pulled off his own shirt, but left his pants on. He needed the reminder.
Rodney's cock bobbed up and down, up and down, slowly begging John to bend forward and take it in. A thread of pre-come trailed to Rodney's belly. John swiped his finger through it, breaking the link, and then licked his finger clean.
"Please, John."
John smiled. If he didn't want to, he wouldn't even have to put any effort into driving Rodney crazy. But oh, he wanted to. Rodney smelled like long afternoons cuddled up under the blankets, lazy with sex and sleep. John pressed his face into the soft skin of Rodney's thigh, taking a deep breath and rubbing his cheek across the hairs. Rodney spread his legs wider, and John obliged by mouthing his balls.
"Oh, yes, like that, please." Rodney loved having his balls played with, but they hardly ever took the time to do it. Not that John wasn't willing to. But somehow, they always got too caught up in getting each other off. John smiled around his mouthful; as turned on as Rodney always got, John really shouldn't be worrying about being wanted.
He pulled back and swallowed the spit that had built up in his mouth, continuing to lazily cup and roll Rodney's sack in his hand. Rodney was cooperating with John's plan by clenching his fingers into the pillow under his head. His eyes were closed tight, as if he let them crack open John would melt away into the wisps of a disappearing dream.
So instead, John bent forward again and slid his mouth down Rodney's cock. Rodney made a little sigh and his quads relaxed beneath John's arms. Like he'd been so on edge that John's mouth was a comfort. Which was a nice thought, but not at all what John was aiming for tonight. He moved up and down, building a rhythm until Rodney was moaning, tensing from the effort not to thrust--and then he pulled off.
Rodney whimpered and thrust up into the air. Then his eyes popped open. "Oh, God. Why did you stop?"
John licked his lips. "Oh, we're not done yet."
"I hate you." Rodney looked lost, eyes lust-stupid as he blinked up at the ceiling. "I hate you so much."
"Mmm-hmm," John said absently. He crouched forward, trying to keep his body away from Rodney's as he went in for a kiss. But Rodney lurched up, clamping his arms around John and pulling him in tight. The kiss was so wild and hungry that John lost himself in it.
Rodney finally broke away. "Fuck me," he said, unbuttoning John's pants. "You know you want to."
John pressed his temple against Rodney's, resting his head as he forced himself to breathe through his nose. He did want to. A whole hell of a lot. Especially when Rodney's hand was inching into John's boxers, brushing against the head of his cock. Coaxing him to give in.
John shook his head. He took a deep breath and pushed himself up. He pushed his pants down to his knees, but no further. Then he straddled Rodney's groin.
"The rules were," he said, regretfully pulling Rodney's right hand from his cock and then stuffing it under his left knee so that it was pinned, "that you stay hands-off, and I do what I want to do."
Rodney frowned up at him, but he let John pin his other hand. "So, ah, what do you want to do? Please say it involves coming, or I think I'm going to die."
John leaned precariously to the side, fishing the lube out from under the pillow where he'd spied it earlier. He squeezed a dollop onto his hand. "Oh, it involves coming, all right," he said as he took hold of himself. "I thought I'd show you what you missed out on this morning."
And then he started stroking. Playing at first, no rhythm, just spreading the lube around and testing out what felt best right now. He was almost as immobilized as Rodney was, with his pants holding his legs tight, and the stricture added a whole other level to what he was doing. Thrusting into his hand was pretty much out, but he could rock his hips slowly. Put on a real show.
"I could help," Rodney said, never looking away from John's cock. "Make it up to you."
John shook his head. He was getting into it now, finding a rhythm that was going to take him right up to the edge, and Rodney looked every bit as turned on as John felt. He started undulating beneath John, the motion of his hips pushing John's cock faster through his hand.
"You look fantastic," Rodney said quietly. "You should have tried harder to wake me up."
"Next time," John gritted out. And then he was there, coming all over Rodney's belly and chest, some of it hitting Rodney's own wet cock. John kept stroking, not wanting to stop, ever, but finally the tension started fading away.
"Me, now." Rodney pulled his hands free of John's knees and started stroking himself..
"Give me a second," John said, taking one more deep breath. He slid his right hand through the mess on Rodney's stomach and scooted back so he could work his come-lubed hand under Rodney's balls. Then he went down on Rodney until his mouth met Rodney's hand.
"Oh, that, yes," Rodney rambled, still moving his hand. They moved together, John letting Rodney's thumb ram against the bottom of his chin on the upstrokes, the head of Rodney's cock hit the back of his throat on the down, all the while working his finger between Rodney's cheeks until he was inside.
"Ohhhhh," Rodney sighed, right before he came. John swallowed hard and fast. His plan to blow Rodney's mind must have been a good one, because Rodney just kept coming, until John didn't think he'd be able to swallow it all.
"Wow," Rodney said at last. "I think you killed me."
John sat up, wiped his hand across his mouth, and then got rid of his pants and boxers. Rodney turned onto his side, and John crawled in beside him. He was pretty wiped out, too.
"You know," Rodney said sleepily, "if you have a hard time waking me up next time, try bringing me coffee."