Ficlet - John and Rodney
I wrote comment!fic yesterday! It's just smut. No redeeming value whatsoever. I promise. Just 729 words of slightly kinky, slightly confusing fic.
"I've been dreaming about you," Sheppard confessed. His voice was rough and low, low like the lighting in Rodney's room. Rodney had been asleep, stretched out on his back with his limbs splayed, until about ten seconds ago.
Before that, Sheppard had been in his room. In Rodney's room. Watching Rodney as he slept.
"Well, I think a better time to tell me that would be tomorrow," Rodney said, trying to figure out what the hell was going on.
"But it's always like this," Sheppard said softly. "In the dreams. It's late and everyone else is asleep."
"It's... two o'clock in the morning!" Rodney said, finally thinking to look at his watch.
"And you keep talking, and keep talking, and you won't... shut... up," Sheppard said, walking slowly toward the bed.
Rodney swallowed and licked his lips; something was definitely wrong with this picture. "Major... I don't... What do you want?"
"I want to do what we do in the dreams." Sheppard's eyes were dark and hungry as he sat on the edge of the mattress and reached for Rodney; his hands were strong and sure, and one of them slid up underneath Rodney's t-shirt and tweaked a nipple to attention.
Rodney squeaked, but Sheppard moved quickly, muffling the sound with his hand.
"Shh," Sheppard said, palm warm against Rodney's lips, fingers warm on his chest where they toyed with his nipple. "Wouldn't want to wake anyone up now, would we?"
Rodney shook his head. His eyes felt unnaturally wide.
Sheppard left his hand where it was, over Rodney's mouth, and slid the other hand down along Rodney's body until it reached his cock, which was half-hard under his sweatpants. He went from half-hard to painfully erect in the space of about three heartbeats, groaning and arching up off the bed, pressing himself more firmly against the heel of Sheppard's hand even as his groan moistened Sheppard's other palm.
"Guess I'm not the only one who's been thinking about this," Sheppard murmured. He slipped his hand under the waistband of Rodney's sweats and pulled at his cock, smiling darkly when Rodney groaned again. "Yeah. You want it, don't you."
Knowing he'd just sound stupid if he tried to talk with Sheppard's hand over his mouth, Rodney nodded, watching the other man's face.
"You're gonna be quiet?" Sheppard asked, and Rodney nodded again. "Good."
Sheppard took his hand away from Rodney's face; Rodney inhaled sharply, but didn't say anything. Not when Sheppard undressed him, and not when Sheppard stood beside the bed and took off his own clothes before lying down with him again. Sheppard's body was warm and hard and actually kind of hairy, which was a hell of a lot sexier than Rodney would have imagined.
Getting a knee between Rodney's thighs, Sheppard propped himself up on his arms and rubbed against Rodney, their cocks side by side. He moved slowly, the drag of the wet tip of his erection leaving a slick, cooling trail on Rodney's skin until Rodney was shivering.
They hadn't kissed. Rodney wasn't sure they were even having sex. He didn't know what this was. All he knew was that it felt incredible and that he didn't want it to ever, ever stop. His hands were on Sheppard's hips, his feet on the mattress so he could push up against Sheppard, and he was more turned on than he'd ever been in his life. Somehow, not being able to talk made it all the more intense.
He wouldn't have guessed that.
Sheppard shifted his weight to one arm and got the other hand down between them, holding their cocks together as best he could. It was rough and a little bit awkward, and just when Rodney was about to lose the control he'd managed to hang onto and say something -- something desperate and encouraging -- that was when Sheppard kissed him, hard.
And that was when Rodney came, gasping and shaking and keeping his eyes open so he could see Sheppard's face. He watched as Sheppard's gaze went a little bit unfocused, felt the jerk of Sheppard's hips and the warmth of come on his abdomen.
He was surprised when Sheppard lay down next to him afterward, one arm draped over him, but somehow Rodney thought it would be better not to ask any of the dozen questions that were rattling around inside his head.
Instead, he closed his eyes and sighed, and, like that, they both drifted off to sleep.
"I've been dreaming about you," Sheppard confessed. His voice was rough and low, low like the lighting in Rodney's room. Rodney had been asleep, stretched out on his back with his limbs splayed, until about ten seconds ago.
Before that, Sheppard had been in his room. In Rodney's room. Watching Rodney as he slept.
"Well, I think a better time to tell me that would be tomorrow," Rodney said, trying to figure out what the hell was going on.
"But it's always like this," Sheppard said softly. "In the dreams. It's late and everyone else is asleep."
"It's... two o'clock in the morning!" Rodney said, finally thinking to look at his watch.
"And you keep talking, and keep talking, and you won't... shut... up," Sheppard said, walking slowly toward the bed.
Rodney swallowed and licked his lips; something was definitely wrong with this picture. "Major... I don't... What do you want?"
"I want to do what we do in the dreams." Sheppard's eyes were dark and hungry as he sat on the edge of the mattress and reached for Rodney; his hands were strong and sure, and one of them slid up underneath Rodney's t-shirt and tweaked a nipple to attention.
Rodney squeaked, but Sheppard moved quickly, muffling the sound with his hand.
"Shh," Sheppard said, palm warm against Rodney's lips, fingers warm on his chest where they toyed with his nipple. "Wouldn't want to wake anyone up now, would we?"
Rodney shook his head. His eyes felt unnaturally wide.
Sheppard left his hand where it was, over Rodney's mouth, and slid the other hand down along Rodney's body until it reached his cock, which was half-hard under his sweatpants. He went from half-hard to painfully erect in the space of about three heartbeats, groaning and arching up off the bed, pressing himself more firmly against the heel of Sheppard's hand even as his groan moistened Sheppard's other palm.
"Guess I'm not the only one who's been thinking about this," Sheppard murmured. He slipped his hand under the waistband of Rodney's sweats and pulled at his cock, smiling darkly when Rodney groaned again. "Yeah. You want it, don't you."
Knowing he'd just sound stupid if he tried to talk with Sheppard's hand over his mouth, Rodney nodded, watching the other man's face.
"You're gonna be quiet?" Sheppard asked, and Rodney nodded again. "Good."
Sheppard took his hand away from Rodney's face; Rodney inhaled sharply, but didn't say anything. Not when Sheppard undressed him, and not when Sheppard stood beside the bed and took off his own clothes before lying down with him again. Sheppard's body was warm and hard and actually kind of hairy, which was a hell of a lot sexier than Rodney would have imagined.
Getting a knee between Rodney's thighs, Sheppard propped himself up on his arms and rubbed against Rodney, their cocks side by side. He moved slowly, the drag of the wet tip of his erection leaving a slick, cooling trail on Rodney's skin until Rodney was shivering.
They hadn't kissed. Rodney wasn't sure they were even having sex. He didn't know what this was. All he knew was that it felt incredible and that he didn't want it to ever, ever stop. His hands were on Sheppard's hips, his feet on the mattress so he could push up against Sheppard, and he was more turned on than he'd ever been in his life. Somehow, not being able to talk made it all the more intense.
He wouldn't have guessed that.
Sheppard shifted his weight to one arm and got the other hand down between them, holding their cocks together as best he could. It was rough and a little bit awkward, and just when Rodney was about to lose the control he'd managed to hang onto and say something -- something desperate and encouraging -- that was when Sheppard kissed him, hard.
And that was when Rodney came, gasping and shaking and keeping his eyes open so he could see Sheppard's face. He watched as Sheppard's gaze went a little bit unfocused, felt the jerk of Sheppard's hips and the warmth of come on his abdomen.
He was surprised when Sheppard lay down next to him afterward, one arm draped over him, but somehow Rodney thought it would be better not to ask any of the dozen questions that were rattling around inside his head.
Instead, he closed his eyes and sighed, and, like that, they both drifted off to sleep.