Ficlet: The Many Talents of Rodney McKay (SGA, John/Rodney, NC-17)
Title: The Many Talents of Rodney McKay
Author: Sandy (sp23)
Word Count: 550
Rating: NC-17
Written for mcsheplets Challenge #23: Talents
Summary: Everyone knew that Rodney McKay was a man of many talents, but John had discovered a few hidden ones.
Rodney McKay was a man of many talents, from the ability to pull technological miracles out of his ass on a frighteningly regular basis to the ability to alienate a entire roomful of people in ten seconds flat with his arrogance. He also had a few hidden talents, John had discovered. Like perfect pitch, for example.
Rodney had been in John's quarters one evening doing an upgrade to John's computer. While Rodney worked, John had been lounging on his bed, picking out a tune on his guitar. It had been nice, relaxing, and John had allowed his mind to drift and his body to release some of the tensions of the day. That is until McKay had turned to him and demanded, "Oh my god, would you please tune that thing?"
"It is in tune," John had snapped, jolted out of his quiet reverie.
Rodney had just fixed him with his most irritated basilisk glare, then stomped over to John's bed and ripped the guitar out of his hands, completely ignoring John's protest. He'd then sat on the side of the bed and proceeded to tune the guitar so that every note sang out clear and true.
John had never been more impressed with Rodney. At least up to that point.
Just recently, however, John had found yet another one of Rodney's hidden talents. They were once again in John's room, on John's bed, but this time they were naked, and Rodney was kneeling between John's legs, kissing his way up John's thighs, drawing John's balls into his mouth and sucking gently, then licking up along John's shaft to the head and lapping at the pre-come that beaded at the tip of John's cock before taking John fully into his mouth. He'd been doing it for what seemed hours; keeping John just on the edge, never allowing him to come, driving John crazy with need and want and lust.
John moaned as Rodney once again sucked him down, deep-throating him then pulling back, his tongue doing twelve impossible things along the shaft and around the head of John's cock, bringing John closer and closer before pulling off completely to start all over again. John nearly sobbed with frustration.
It was the fourth or fifth - John had lost count - time that Rodney had swallowed him down and then pulled back, sucking with just the right amount of pressure, teasing John into near incoherency. Suddenly, Rodney made the perfect lips-tongue-hand combination and John's orgasm hit so hard, he curled up off the bed, bending nearly double, and crying out from the force of his pleasure. Rodney swallowed every drop, and then gently brought him back down with tongue and lips and soothing strokes of his hand along John's flank. John collapsed in a boneless heap onto his mattress, and lay there gasping for air, eyes closed, legs splayed, sure that this time, Rodney had broken him for good.
Rodney crawled up to lie beside John and smiled that damned smug, arrogant smile that usually made John want to smack him. John lifted his hand to the back of Rodney's head and pulled him down for a deep, dirty kiss, licking the taste of himself out of Rodney's wickedly talented mouth.
Rodney McKay was a man of many talents, but this one was John's favorite.
Author: Sandy (sp23)
Word Count: 550
Rating: NC-17
Written for mcsheplets Challenge #23: Talents
Summary: Everyone knew that Rodney McKay was a man of many talents, but John had discovered a few hidden ones.
Rodney McKay was a man of many talents, from the ability to pull technological miracles out of his ass on a frighteningly regular basis to the ability to alienate a entire roomful of people in ten seconds flat with his arrogance. He also had a few hidden talents, John had discovered. Like perfect pitch, for example.
Rodney had been in John's quarters one evening doing an upgrade to John's computer. While Rodney worked, John had been lounging on his bed, picking out a tune on his guitar. It had been nice, relaxing, and John had allowed his mind to drift and his body to release some of the tensions of the day. That is until McKay had turned to him and demanded, "Oh my god, would you please tune that thing?"
"It is in tune," John had snapped, jolted out of his quiet reverie.
Rodney had just fixed him with his most irritated basilisk glare, then stomped over to John's bed and ripped the guitar out of his hands, completely ignoring John's protest. He'd then sat on the side of the bed and proceeded to tune the guitar so that every note sang out clear and true.
John had never been more impressed with Rodney. At least up to that point.
Just recently, however, John had found yet another one of Rodney's hidden talents. They were once again in John's room, on John's bed, but this time they were naked, and Rodney was kneeling between John's legs, kissing his way up John's thighs, drawing John's balls into his mouth and sucking gently, then licking up along John's shaft to the head and lapping at the pre-come that beaded at the tip of John's cock before taking John fully into his mouth. He'd been doing it for what seemed hours; keeping John just on the edge, never allowing him to come, driving John crazy with need and want and lust.
John moaned as Rodney once again sucked him down, deep-throating him then pulling back, his tongue doing twelve impossible things along the shaft and around the head of John's cock, bringing John closer and closer before pulling off completely to start all over again. John nearly sobbed with frustration.
It was the fourth or fifth - John had lost count - time that Rodney had swallowed him down and then pulled back, sucking with just the right amount of pressure, teasing John into near incoherency. Suddenly, Rodney made the perfect lips-tongue-hand combination and John's orgasm hit so hard, he curled up off the bed, bending nearly double, and crying out from the force of his pleasure. Rodney swallowed every drop, and then gently brought him back down with tongue and lips and soothing strokes of his hand along John's flank. John collapsed in a boneless heap onto his mattress, and lay there gasping for air, eyes closed, legs splayed, sure that this time, Rodney had broken him for good.
Rodney crawled up to lie beside John and smiled that damned smug, arrogant smile that usually made John want to smack him. John lifted his hand to the back of Rodney's head and pulled him down for a deep, dirty kiss, licking the taste of himself out of Rodney's wickedly talented mouth.
Rodney McKay was a man of many talents, but this one was John's favorite.