Motivation [1/1]
Title Motivation
Fandom Stargate Atlantis
Rating R
Pairing John/Rodney
Summary Rodney has some hell of an imagination to get himself to finish his work
Warnings Slash, Light Bondage, and probably Cliche as hell
Disclaimer Unless I was god I do not sadly own the Franchise.
Notes: written for a Challenge @ comment_fic
"RODNEY!" John whined.
Rodney looked up from his computer saw John writhing in the ropes binding him to the chair. He knew this would work. With John's impatience when it comes to sexual pleasure, it was a good motivator to get this rather boring task done. Well that and his vivid imagination helped. The more John complained and the more his imagination went to work, the quicker he got his final lab reports done.
Rodney made a deep mocking sigh and went back to his work.
"Hush Sheppard," he grumbled as the sound of a clicking keyboard filled the room, "I am NOT enjoying this ANYMORE than YOU are."
That was a lie. He enjoyed every minute of this. The more John struggled against the ropes and bitched the more work he could get done.
"Then why are you doing this?" John inquired.
Rodney looked up from his computer again. This time John was now thrashing. His hazel eyes slammed shut. Through his slightly opened shirt Rodney could see his chest heaving. It seemed John was lying about not enjoying this after all.
"You see I am pretending Kavanaugh is holding you hostage," Rodney explained causing John to stop writhing and open his eyes, "and the only key to your freedom is if I finish this report.
"Kavanaugh?" He replied tilting his head to the side, "that fucker can't even beat up Zelenka if he tried."
"First off," Rodney said lifting his finger to scold his captive, "don't underestimate Zelenka, he may be small but he's vicious, second would you prefer I pretend that Kolya is holding you hostage," now he was beginning to wave his hand as he spoke, "cause I rather not, the man creeps me out, I will rush and my work will be sloppy."
He then sighed and went back to his work. The sounds of the keyboard again filled the room.
"I knew you would say that," John said licking his lips, "well get it done if I stare at you for another minute my cock is gonna explode."
It was another quiet ten minutes. Only the sounds of the Colonel's heavy breathing and the sound of the keyboard filled the room. Finally what seemed like forever, Rodney rose from his seat. John opened his eyes and looked up at his lover.
"Finished?" He asked as Rodney began settling into his lap.
Rodney didn't answer, he just lifted John's chin and claimed his lips immediately winning dominance. His hand gently moved down the Colonel's toned torso before disappearing beneath his dark BDUs. A gasp was muffled against Rodney's lips as John thrust into his hand.
"See how much you help me," the scientist said between kisses, " now I can be rewarded for my hard work."
Fandom Stargate Atlantis
Rating R
Pairing John/Rodney
Summary Rodney has some hell of an imagination to get himself to finish his work
Warnings Slash, Light Bondage, and probably Cliche as hell
Disclaimer Unless I was god I do not sadly own the Franchise.
Notes: written for a Challenge @ comment_fic
"RODNEY!" John whined.
Rodney looked up from his computer saw John writhing in the ropes binding him to the chair. He knew this would work. With John's impatience when it comes to sexual pleasure, it was a good motivator to get this rather boring task done. Well that and his vivid imagination helped. The more John complained and the more his imagination went to work, the quicker he got his final lab reports done.
Rodney made a deep mocking sigh and went back to his work.
"Hush Sheppard," he grumbled as the sound of a clicking keyboard filled the room, "I am NOT enjoying this ANYMORE than YOU are."
That was a lie. He enjoyed every minute of this. The more John struggled against the ropes and bitched the more work he could get done.
"Then why are you doing this?" John inquired.
Rodney looked up from his computer again. This time John was now thrashing. His hazel eyes slammed shut. Through his slightly opened shirt Rodney could see his chest heaving. It seemed John was lying about not enjoying this after all.
"You see I am pretending Kavanaugh is holding you hostage," Rodney explained causing John to stop writhing and open his eyes, "and the only key to your freedom is if I finish this report.
"Kavanaugh?" He replied tilting his head to the side, "that fucker can't even beat up Zelenka if he tried."
"First off," Rodney said lifting his finger to scold his captive, "don't underestimate Zelenka, he may be small but he's vicious, second would you prefer I pretend that Kolya is holding you hostage," now he was beginning to wave his hand as he spoke, "cause I rather not, the man creeps me out, I will rush and my work will be sloppy."
He then sighed and went back to his work. The sounds of the keyboard again filled the room.
"I knew you would say that," John said licking his lips, "well get it done if I stare at you for another minute my cock is gonna explode."
It was another quiet ten minutes. Only the sounds of the Colonel's heavy breathing and the sound of the keyboard filled the room. Finally what seemed like forever, Rodney rose from his seat. John opened his eyes and looked up at his lover.
"Finished?" He asked as Rodney began settling into his lap.
Rodney didn't answer, he just lifted John's chin and claimed his lips immediately winning dominance. His hand gently moved down the Colonel's toned torso before disappearing beneath his dark BDUs. A gasp was muffled against Rodney's lips as John thrust into his hand.
"See how much you help me," the scientist said between kisses, " now I can be rewarded for my hard work."