In his office, around 1700 AST ((NC17))

[dr_rodneymckay]

Rodney eyed his office critically. He actually HAD set up his laptop to play various selections of Bach, Mozart and Rachmaninoff as well as some choice rock and techno groups from the 80s

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[sgt_c_lenoir]

Chuck paced up and down the hall, not too far from Rodney's office. Wouldn't do to be too early...five minutes early. Maybe ten. No, not ten, that would be too early...either way, he still had a few minutes...he'd taken time after his shift to change out of uniform, into a plain pink t-shirt and the tightest pair of black pants he owned.

1652. Close enough to 1700 hours. He walked up to Rodney's door and rang the chime, hoping he wasn't too early, and starting to regret his choice of pants - they were already getting uncomfortably snug, just from remembering their earlier encounter.

[dr_rodneymckay]

When the chime sounds, Rodney closes the vid window and stands. Walking around his desk, he leans against the front of it, hands gripping the edge. "Enter."

He can already feel his heart pounding but he promised himself that if Chuck wanted it to remain chaste, he'd abide that decision. It would be hard--oh god, don't think of hard--but he would do it. He didn't force himself on others. No matter how much he wanted them--and god, did he want Chuck.

He was the third air force officer--never mind that he was Canadian air force--that had made Rodney's blood sing. And, yes, he had been attracted to Colonel Carter, but he chalked that up to her looking so much like a guy. Rodney was starting to see a pattern. Radek had also been military. To his knowledge, Carson was the only true civilian lover he had. Very interesting and this was so not the time.

[sgt_c_lenoir]

Chuck enters, stopping to lean casually against the open doorframe. "You wanted to see me, Dr. McKay?" he asks.

[dr_rodneymckay]

"Yes, I did. Someone needs to teach you culture." Rodney watched Chuck for a moment then rolled his eyes. "Well don't stand in the door all day; I don't bite." He pauses for a moment the softly adds, "Hard."

[dr_rodneymckay]

Rodney stops when Chuck tells him just how long it's been. He looked down at the sergeant, head tilted thoughtfully. "Eight years, huh?" Rodney pours more lube on his fingers before adding a third. "Then I'll have to be thorough, won't I?" He chuckled at Chuck's eagerness. "Patience. Wouldn't want Carson on my case for hurting you."

He takes his time with Chuck, working up to four fingers before he slicks himself up. "You ready?"

[sgt_c_lenoir]

Chuck closes his eyes, forcing himself to breathe as Rodney's fingers work deep inside him. It'd been so long, but it felt so good...almost too good, he wasn't sure he'd be able to stay conscious...

"Yeah, I'm ready," he gasps. "Ready as I'll ever be, anyway."

[dr_rodneymckay]

Rodney raises an eyebrow at Chuck even as he positions himself. "I don't hurt my lovers unless they ask. I hurt you, and I'll stop, got it?" With that warning, he slowly eases in. He has to bite his lip to keep from coming right then because even with the careful prep he did, Chuck's still tight as a virgin.

[sgt_c_lenoir]

Chuck bites his lip, forcing himself to relax as Rodney takes him, half of him wanting to beg him to slow down, stop, it was too much, the other half wanting to beg him for more, now, faster. More intense, and he'd be able to ride it out, wouldn't have a choice but to let go and react instinctively to whatever Rodney did; this, though - this he felt, every second, every little motion, as if it were pulling him apart.

"Not...not hurting...I want this," he manages to gasp. His hands scramble uselessly for something to grab hold of, something to ground himself. Then Rodney's all the way inside him, and he looks up at him, eyes wide and dark, mouth hanging open slightly. He takes a minute to get used to the feel, the wonderfully complete fullness of Rodney's cock in his ass, struggling to control his ragged breathing. "Fuck me."