You Still Sulking?
This is for my darling wifey Magsy Mag Pie (aka mrstotten . Happy Birthday my darling girl. I love you so much. Can't wait to see you in LONDON BABY!
Sequel to Mags's and my other wifey, faithbeckett 's fic Epiphany and Blue Jell-O.
McShep FTW!
It was unfair.
John seemed to have developed some kind of internal tracking system when it came to Rodney. Always seeming to find him alone, when no one else was around, in them middle of the night. Stealing kisses in empty corridors, pressing in behind him as he sat at his computer working away on something highly important and brilliant, disrupting his train of thought, short circuiting his brain.
The beard was still on by the way. Rodney hated to admit that he actually liked it. No matter what he said before about it being ridiculous. It did make him look like some kind of Rock God and Rodney liked it. Maybe even loved it. Especially when John knew there would be no one around7 for a few minutes and sank to his knees, under Rodney's desk and proceeded to suck all of Rodney's common sense out through his cock. It scratched his thighs, added to the sensory overload of John's hot mouth around him.
By anyway, the tracking system. It was unfair because Rodney had yet to develop one himself, so it was always John who took the lead, smirking that self assured smirk, cocking his head to one side as he leant against a door frame, or the corridor wall, arms crossed over his chest. It infuriated Rodney because he knew that John knew that it didn't really. That the whole look shot straight to his cock, made him half hard in half a second. Hence the self assured smirk.
There was still a lingering infantile behaviour from John though. Rodney wouldn't be able to find him for hours and he would appear, with a slight scowl on his face and Rodney would know that he had been off somewhere brooding. If only Rodney could find him before he came back. Find him and make him see just how hard Rodney had worked to get him back from the evil clutches of attractive nearly ascended women.
It had taken Rodney 8 days and 4 hours to find John alone. In his defence, if John wasn't so outstanding at giving head that it made Rodney's brain short circuit, it would have taken less time. But as it was, John made Rodney forget things that he knew like the back of his hand. One particular time, John had been unspeakably evil and made Rodney recite pi while his mouth sucked the very soul out through his cock and John pressed feather light touches to Rodney's hole. Rodney had only managed to get to the 7th decimal place before he had stuttered. John had pulled back with a smug grin, wiped his mouth and walked off with a surprising spring in his step. Surprising because Rodney had caught a glimpse of the rather impressive erection he had been sporting.
Anyway, 8 days and 4 hours since John had pushed him into the supply closet next to the mess hall and Rodney finally had a chance to get his own back. So to speak. John had taken to hiding in the Puddle Jumper bay. Yes, it had taken Rodney that long to figure that out. John was good at giving head remember? Not Rodney's fault. Anyway, Rodney had found him. Alone. It was 3 in the morning after all. And not surprisingly both of them were still wide awake. John's was slouched in the pilots seat, his feet resting on the controls, arms crossed over his chest. He heard, or felt, Rodney as soon as Rodney had peaked his head round and turned, smiling gently.
“So you found me.” He said, not moving. Rodney stepped into the Jumper. Suddenly nervous. John had a habit of doing that to him.
“You still sulking?” Rodney asked. He couldn't help it. Anyone who knows Rodney McKay knows that he gets acerbic when he's nervous.
“No...I'm...thinking.” John replied, pausing to think of a word that didn't sound like sulking. Rodney took a few steps closer and sat in the seat next to him, looking forwards out of the window like he did when they were flying. Actually he was trying to avoid eye contact because now he was here, and alone with John, he had no idea how to proceed. It was John that had taken the lead these last few days and to be honest, Rodney was having a hard time trying to quantify what the hell had been going on between them other than just a few incredible blow jobs and messy desperate kisses. Neither of them had done any corridor creeping late at night to the others quarters, not yet anyway, no matter how long Rodney had laid awake thinking about it.
Hmm. John Sheppard speak for sulking.” Rodney responded. John snorted, and pulled his legs off the console.
“I have a speak do I?” He asked, eyes dancing mischievously. He unfolded his arms and sat forward, leaning his chin on his hands, his elbows on his knees. He looked like a child like that. Eager to hear a story.
“Oh you have a whole language.” Rodney replied. Half joking, half serious. Sometimes you had to be fluent in John Speak to understand him. Sometimes you would have to be stupid not to understand him.
“Hmmm. So...” He slid off the chair and ended up between Rodney's legs. “What does this mean in John Speak?”
This is not how Rodney intended it to go. He didn't want just another blow job. Not that it wouldn't be nice, but still, he wanted more, he wanted to return the favour. He stood, hauling John to his feet with him. John's eyed widened slightly in something that looked like fear before they narrowed again, one eyebrow cocked inquisitively.
“My turn.” Rodney managed to get out before his mouth went completely dry and he pushed John back into his seat. John sat, legs sprawled apart, amused smile on his face. Rodney's hands shook slightly as he leant forward and fumbled with John's button. John's hands stopped him.
“Rodney...” It was the unsaid you don't have to that made Rodney shake his head and sink to his knees. He did have to. Because whatever this was between them, it had made Rodney more agreeable to be around than ever before, made him feel younger and more indestructible than he had since he was 15 and discovered a way to download porn incredibly fast, and for free.
“I don't want you thinking this is one sided.” He said, looking up at John. John's lips had parted slightly and his tongue darted out to wet them, before he leant forward and kissed Rodney, hard. He hadn't kissed John all day and he felt like he was drowning in it. All focused energy and desperation from John pouring into the kiss as he gripped Rodney's head between his hands.
“I wouldn't think that Rodney.” John answered, sounding a little out of breath. “You're a stubborn bastard, so if you didn't...” He swallowed. John hated talking about his feelings, Rodney knew that, it made him feel uncomfortable and vulnerable. “want this, you wouldn't be here.”
“I don't want you thinking that I didn't try to find you either.” Rodney continued. He was still on his knees and they started to ache, but he ignored it. Yes, that's right, Rodney McKay ignoring pain. It usually only happened when John was concerned.
“I know you did.” John said quietly, his eyes staring straight at Rodney, and Rodney knew he meant it. He knew how hard Rodney had worked to find him, to get him out, to get John back. John's expression changed from serious to playful in an instant. “So...you gonna?” He nodded his head in the direction if crotch and Rodney rolled his eyes.
“John Sheppard, always thinking with his pants.” He joked, but his hands still shook slightly as he reached again for the button. John just watched carefully, watched as Rodney slowly undid the zipper, eyes getting darker and Rodney reached his hand inside John's boxers.
No one ever accused Rodney McKay of not giving 110% when it came to new things, and no one ever accused him of being a slow learner. He had John as a teacher after all. He used his outstanding brain power to recall every trick, every twist of the wrist, flick of thumb nail that John had used on him. John's breathing was getting shallower, a blush rising from beneath his t-shirt collar, and Rodney wanted to be horizontal, wanted to be able to reach that neck with his tongue, wanted to see if John's skin tasted different when he was hot and hard.
John's hips lifted off the chair as Rodney twisted his hand again, a muttered, pleading “Rodney” escaping his lips at the same time and Rodney drew in a deep breath and leant forward, taking the head of John's cock in his mouth. John practically yelped, his grip on the arms of the chair getting tighter, his knuckles whiter.
John made a noise like he was dying in the back of his throat and suddenly Rodney understood why John always got hard doing this. It was the hottest thing he had ever heard. He may be in a submissive stance, between John's thighs on his knees, but he had all the power right now and it flooded straight to his cock. One handed he managed to get a hand into his pants, hand working at the same rhythm as his mouth.
Rodney's jaw was beginning to hurt by the time John pushed suddenly at his shoulders, a muttered curse said under his breath. Rodney took the hint and wrapped his fingers around John's cock, twisting hard once and John shuddered, then stiffened, his come hot and sticky on Rodney's hand. John's pulse was pounding so hard Rodney could see it jumping under the skin of his neck, but John still managed to manhandle Rodney onto his back and pull his pants down, all while his mouth was latched onto the Rodney's neck. John moved his hips, his now soft cock rubbing against Rodney's still hard one.
“Come on.” He heard John whisper against his skin as John's hand joined in, wrapped around Rodney's cock and stroked once and that was it for Rodney, game over. John lifted his head, the silent question you ok? in his eyes. Rodney nodded once and ran his hand over John's beard, the coarse hair scratching the delicate skin on his palm.
“How long you planning on keeping this?” He asked. John laughed and pushed himself up, rolling to the side and off Rodney. Rodney felt the cool air of the Jumper Bay against his exposed skin and sat up too. John rubbed his own hand over his beard.
“You don't like it?” He asked.
“It tickles.” Rodney replied, then blushed at how ridiculous he sounded. John laughed.
“In a bad way?” John arched an eyebrow.
“Haven't decided yet.” Rodney shrugged and John reached over and kissed him then. More gently than before but still with the concentration Rodney had become accustomed to with John's kisses.
He suddenly felt nervous. This was more intimate than anything else, both their pants still undone, John's face was open and Rodney knew his own was, and there was no hurry. They were alone, this was no supply closet fumbling and Rodney had no idea what that meant.
Any apprehension Rodney felt was gone the second John turned to him and smirked, “Next time, we're in a bed.” He picked off an imaginary piece of fluff from Rodney's shirt. Rodney caught his gaze and grinned.
“You're on.”
Sequel to Mags's and my other wifey, faithbeckett 's fic Epiphany and Blue Jell-O.
McShep FTW!
It was unfair.
John seemed to have developed some kind of internal tracking system when it came to Rodney. Always seeming to find him alone, when no one else was around, in them middle of the night. Stealing kisses in empty corridors, pressing in behind him as he sat at his computer working away on something highly important and brilliant, disrupting his train of thought, short circuiting his brain.
The beard was still on by the way. Rodney hated to admit that he actually liked it. No matter what he said before about it being ridiculous. It did make him look like some kind of Rock God and Rodney liked it. Maybe even loved it. Especially when John knew there would be no one around7 for a few minutes and sank to his knees, under Rodney's desk and proceeded to suck all of Rodney's common sense out through his cock. It scratched his thighs, added to the sensory overload of John's hot mouth around him.
By anyway, the tracking system. It was unfair because Rodney had yet to develop one himself, so it was always John who took the lead, smirking that self assured smirk, cocking his head to one side as he leant against a door frame, or the corridor wall, arms crossed over his chest. It infuriated Rodney because he knew that John knew that it didn't really. That the whole look shot straight to his cock, made him half hard in half a second. Hence the self assured smirk.
There was still a lingering infantile behaviour from John though. Rodney wouldn't be able to find him for hours and he would appear, with a slight scowl on his face and Rodney would know that he had been off somewhere brooding. If only Rodney could find him before he came back. Find him and make him see just how hard Rodney had worked to get him back from the evil clutches of attractive nearly ascended women.
It had taken Rodney 8 days and 4 hours to find John alone. In his defence, if John wasn't so outstanding at giving head that it made Rodney's brain short circuit, it would have taken less time. But as it was, John made Rodney forget things that he knew like the back of his hand. One particular time, John had been unspeakably evil and made Rodney recite pi while his mouth sucked the very soul out through his cock and John pressed feather light touches to Rodney's hole. Rodney had only managed to get to the 7th decimal place before he had stuttered. John had pulled back with a smug grin, wiped his mouth and walked off with a surprising spring in his step. Surprising because Rodney had caught a glimpse of the rather impressive erection he had been sporting.
Anyway, 8 days and 4 hours since John had pushed him into the supply closet next to the mess hall and Rodney finally had a chance to get his own back. So to speak. John had taken to hiding in the Puddle Jumper bay. Yes, it had taken Rodney that long to figure that out. John was good at giving head remember? Not Rodney's fault. Anyway, Rodney had found him. Alone. It was 3 in the morning after all. And not surprisingly both of them were still wide awake. John's was slouched in the pilots seat, his feet resting on the controls, arms crossed over his chest. He heard, or felt, Rodney as soon as Rodney had peaked his head round and turned, smiling gently.
“So you found me.” He said, not moving. Rodney stepped into the Jumper. Suddenly nervous. John had a habit of doing that to him.
“You still sulking?” Rodney asked. He couldn't help it. Anyone who knows Rodney McKay knows that he gets acerbic when he's nervous.
“No...I'm...thinking.” John replied, pausing to think of a word that didn't sound like sulking. Rodney took a few steps closer and sat in the seat next to him, looking forwards out of the window like he did when they were flying. Actually he was trying to avoid eye contact because now he was here, and alone with John, he had no idea how to proceed. It was John that had taken the lead these last few days and to be honest, Rodney was having a hard time trying to quantify what the hell had been going on between them other than just a few incredible blow jobs and messy desperate kisses. Neither of them had done any corridor creeping late at night to the others quarters, not yet anyway, no matter how long Rodney had laid awake thinking about it.
Hmm. John Sheppard speak for sulking.” Rodney responded. John snorted, and pulled his legs off the console.
“I have a speak do I?” He asked, eyes dancing mischievously. He unfolded his arms and sat forward, leaning his chin on his hands, his elbows on his knees. He looked like a child like that. Eager to hear a story.
“Oh you have a whole language.” Rodney replied. Half joking, half serious. Sometimes you had to be fluent in John Speak to understand him. Sometimes you would have to be stupid not to understand him.
“Hmmm. So...” He slid off the chair and ended up between Rodney's legs. “What does this mean in John Speak?”
This is not how Rodney intended it to go. He didn't want just another blow job. Not that it wouldn't be nice, but still, he wanted more, he wanted to return the favour. He stood, hauling John to his feet with him. John's eyed widened slightly in something that looked like fear before they narrowed again, one eyebrow cocked inquisitively.
“My turn.” Rodney managed to get out before his mouth went completely dry and he pushed John back into his seat. John sat, legs sprawled apart, amused smile on his face. Rodney's hands shook slightly as he leant forward and fumbled with John's button. John's hands stopped him.
“Rodney...” It was the unsaid you don't have to that made Rodney shake his head and sink to his knees. He did have to. Because whatever this was between them, it had made Rodney more agreeable to be around than ever before, made him feel younger and more indestructible than he had since he was 15 and discovered a way to download porn incredibly fast, and for free.
“I don't want you thinking this is one sided.” He said, looking up at John. John's lips had parted slightly and his tongue darted out to wet them, before he leant forward and kissed Rodney, hard. He hadn't kissed John all day and he felt like he was drowning in it. All focused energy and desperation from John pouring into the kiss as he gripped Rodney's head between his hands.
“I wouldn't think that Rodney.” John answered, sounding a little out of breath. “You're a stubborn bastard, so if you didn't...” He swallowed. John hated talking about his feelings, Rodney knew that, it made him feel uncomfortable and vulnerable. “want this, you wouldn't be here.”
“I don't want you thinking that I didn't try to find you either.” Rodney continued. He was still on his knees and they started to ache, but he ignored it. Yes, that's right, Rodney McKay ignoring pain. It usually only happened when John was concerned.
“I know you did.” John said quietly, his eyes staring straight at Rodney, and Rodney knew he meant it. He knew how hard Rodney had worked to find him, to get him out, to get John back. John's expression changed from serious to playful in an instant. “So...you gonna?” He nodded his head in the direction if crotch and Rodney rolled his eyes.
“John Sheppard, always thinking with his pants.” He joked, but his hands still shook slightly as he reached again for the button. John just watched carefully, watched as Rodney slowly undid the zipper, eyes getting darker and Rodney reached his hand inside John's boxers.
No one ever accused Rodney McKay of not giving 110% when it came to new things, and no one ever accused him of being a slow learner. He had John as a teacher after all. He used his outstanding brain power to recall every trick, every twist of the wrist, flick of thumb nail that John had used on him. John's breathing was getting shallower, a blush rising from beneath his t-shirt collar, and Rodney wanted to be horizontal, wanted to be able to reach that neck with his tongue, wanted to see if John's skin tasted different when he was hot and hard.
John's hips lifted off the chair as Rodney twisted his hand again, a muttered, pleading “Rodney” escaping his lips at the same time and Rodney drew in a deep breath and leant forward, taking the head of John's cock in his mouth. John practically yelped, his grip on the arms of the chair getting tighter, his knuckles whiter.
John made a noise like he was dying in the back of his throat and suddenly Rodney understood why John always got hard doing this. It was the hottest thing he had ever heard. He may be in a submissive stance, between John's thighs on his knees, but he had all the power right now and it flooded straight to his cock. One handed he managed to get a hand into his pants, hand working at the same rhythm as his mouth.
Rodney's jaw was beginning to hurt by the time John pushed suddenly at his shoulders, a muttered curse said under his breath. Rodney took the hint and wrapped his fingers around John's cock, twisting hard once and John shuddered, then stiffened, his come hot and sticky on Rodney's hand. John's pulse was pounding so hard Rodney could see it jumping under the skin of his neck, but John still managed to manhandle Rodney onto his back and pull his pants down, all while his mouth was latched onto the Rodney's neck. John moved his hips, his now soft cock rubbing against Rodney's still hard one.
“Come on.” He heard John whisper against his skin as John's hand joined in, wrapped around Rodney's cock and stroked once and that was it for Rodney, game over. John lifted his head, the silent question you ok? in his eyes. Rodney nodded once and ran his hand over John's beard, the coarse hair scratching the delicate skin on his palm.
“How long you planning on keeping this?” He asked. John laughed and pushed himself up, rolling to the side and off Rodney. Rodney felt the cool air of the Jumper Bay against his exposed skin and sat up too. John rubbed his own hand over his beard.
“You don't like it?” He asked.
“It tickles.” Rodney replied, then blushed at how ridiculous he sounded. John laughed.
“In a bad way?” John arched an eyebrow.
“Haven't decided yet.” Rodney shrugged and John reached over and kissed him then. More gently than before but still with the concentration Rodney had become accustomed to with John's kisses.
He suddenly felt nervous. This was more intimate than anything else, both their pants still undone, John's face was open and Rodney knew his own was, and there was no hurry. They were alone, this was no supply closet fumbling and Rodney had no idea what that meant.
Any apprehension Rodney felt was gone the second John turned to him and smirked, “Next time, we're in a bed.” He picked off an imaginary piece of fluff from Rodney's shirt. Rodney caught his gaze and grinned.
“You're on.”