Not a P-90 (3/4)
Title: Not a P-90 (3/4)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~ 11,000 total
Summary: This wasn’t even the same goddamn galaxy as Earth. They might only be a ‘gate away, but it was still light-years.
Disclaimer: Please enter standard useless boilerplate disclaimer of all intent to damage here. i.e., not mine, not for profit.
Notes: See Part 1 for full header.
Part 1 Part 2
Previously: …It didn’t help. Neither did hoping Sheppard wouldn’t come find him and want to talk about it. And what didn’t help most of all was hoping Sheppard would come find him and not want to talk about it.
Rodney really shouldn’t have worried about freaking out, because John was off having his own private trip to second-thoughts-land. Sitting in the storage room they called an armory, checking and cleaning his weapons by rote, John tried not to think about the fact that he’d been, uh, “out of compliance” with U.S. military uniform code again, and if he was being completely honest about it, had very definite plans to seriously violate said uniform code as many times as he possibly could in the very near future. Fuck it. This wasn’t even the same goddamn galaxy as Earth. They might only be a ‘gate away, but it was still light-years.
He set his sidearm down gently and tried some of Rodney’s deep breathing. Rodney. He was a Canadian and a scientist and a genius and John’s best friend, dammit…between them, they’d find a way to do this, provided they could get both over their mutual attack of oh-my-god-what-are-we-doing and actually do it. And sitting here avoiding each other wasn’t helping. He tapped his radio.
“McKay? I need you at the range,” he said.
A moment of static while Rodney tried not to hyperventilate again and then he answered Sheppard’s summons.
“Uh, Colonel, I’m right in the middle of something really quite-” he began as he moved a red seven to a black eight. He wasn’t entirely over his freak out just yet and was still trying to wrap his brain around this whole…thing, and was it even a thing John wanted? And if it was a thing, then how were they going to do it? Because he might be a Canadian and a scientist and a genius and John might be his best friend, but even with all of that going for them, he didn’t quite know how to get around Public Law 103-160, codified at 10 U.S.C. section 654 without getting his, uh…John, in trouble.
“McKay. Range. Now,” John ordered.
~~~
Rodney really only meant to delay for a few minutes the inevitable uncomfortable discussion about their feelings and what they were going to do, so he offered to help carry pieces of Zelenka’s latest project over to the jumper bay. Then he saw no fewer than seven different ways in which Zelenka was screwing it up, so he just pointed out one or two of them, which naturally Zelenka disagreed with, which meant back to the lab to let the database prove who was right, which in the end meant forty-five minutes had passed before John tracked Rodney down en route to the range.
“I thought I gave you an order, McKay,” John growled, grabbing Rodney’s triceps and steering him down the corridor.
“I told you I was working on something very important, Zelenka needed me, and anyway, I was just on my way to the range. Even though technically I don’t actually have to take orders from you, no matter how much you try to turn me into a soldier. I’m still head scientist here and if I’m needed, then no amount of-where are we going?” Rodney cut himself off as he realized John was frog-marching him toward the living quarters instead of the range. He opened his mouth to complain about being manhandled down Atlantis’ halls by armed Air Force colonels, but paused when he discovered it was actually kind of hot having John drag him around like a grunting Neanderthal.
“I-why are we at your quarters?” Rodney asked, trying not to panic as Atlantis opened the door for John’s vague hand wave in the direction of the sensors and found himself hustled inside.
“Because now that we’re both done hiding, I think we need to work this out, and the range turned out not to be the best place to do this,” John answered, grabbing Rodney by the lapels.
“Actually, I don’t think I’m quite fin-” Rodney hands flailed in protest, thinking that he really hadn’t quite finished hiding, but was cut off by John pushing him back against the door and crashing their mouths together in a clash of hot tongue and soft lips. “Mmph,” he whimpered a tiny bit in capitulation, hands hanging motionless in the air a moment before he clutched at John and started kissing back.
Sliding a knee between Rodney’s thighs and pressing in, John busied himself unzipping Rodney’s jacket and pushing it off his shoulders as he tongued a hot path over the curve of his jaw. As soon as his mouth was free, Rodney started talking, even as he was yanking John’s shirt up.
“Oh god…this is…you’re so…I thought you wanted to talk…” he babbled.
John paused, barely pulling away from mouthing Rodney’s collarbone and said, “You got anything particularly important you want to say to me right now?” the words coming muffled against the moist cotton of Rodney’s t-shirt.
“No, no, this is good…I’m good. Just…ungh,” he groaned, feeling the press of John’s thigh against his cock. They scrabbled at the fastenings of each other’s pants, fumbling at the hindrance of buttons and zippers. John was quicker, slipping past the waistband of Rodney’s boxers, both of them sighing as John slid his palm along the hot length of Rodney’s dick.
“God, John…” Rodney exhaled. John pulled back to look at him with a silly grin.
“John?” he asked, giving him the twinkly eyes of doom again.
“Mm. Yes, well, you’ve had your tongue in my mouth, and now you’re-oh…” Rodney paused as John sucked a nipple through the fabric of his t-shirt. He was panting as he finished speaking. “I thought it was time we were on a first-name basis.” John just chuckled and stroked him harder.
Rodney had finally worked his way inside John’s pants and was just getting up a good rhythm when they each heard a burst of static in their earpieces, followed by Elizabeth’s voice.
“John? Rodney? I need to see you for a couple of minutes. Can you meet me in the gateroom?”
John dropped his forehead against Rodney’s in frustration. “Oh, you have got to be-” Rodney started, but John covered his mouth with his free hand and tapped his radio.
“Elizabeth? I’m right in the middle of something. I’ll be there in a few minutes. Sheppard out,” John said, gesturing at Rodney to answer and snaking his hand back inside Rodney’s pants.
“Uh, ditto. I just need to wrap this up…” he trailed off as John jacked him. It was dirty and decadent having John all over him like this and trying to carry on a conversation with Elizabeth at the same time.
“All right. How much time do you need?” Elizabeth asked. John was sucking on the soft spot right behind his ear.
Rodney had to bite his lip to keep from making obscene noises at Elizabeth when John twisted his wrist just so. He swallowed hard.
“Twenty…ungh…make that fifteen minutes,” Rodney bit out.
He could hear the puzzlement in her voice as Elizabeth added, “Rodney, are you all right?”
“Never better. McKay out.” He clicked his radio off and groaned loudly. “God, you’re killing me.”
John didn’t even pause, kissing his way back to Rodney’s mouth. “Fifteen minutes?”
Rodney wrapped his hand around John again. “Pfft. I’m not even gonna need ten.”
John chuckled against Rodney’s skin and said, “Okay, but next time we’re doing this right,” and slid his free hand under Rodney’s shirt to rub the nipple he’d been sucking on.
In the end, it was more like three minutes for Rodney and just a few seconds more for John as they jerked each other off, trying not to bite or suck too hard and leave a bruise in a telltale spot. Rodney arched away from the door as he came, hips still stuttering into John’s grip as he felt the warm wash of John’s come across his hand.
Even so, it was a good thing he’d told Elizabeth fifteen minutes, because she wouldn’t expect him for a half-hour at least, and they’d spent ten just leaning against each other, feeling the thud of their hearts slow, enjoying the post-come indolence and breathing the moist, sex-scented air between them. It might not have been what either of them imagined for their first time together, but all the same, it was pretty damn good.
~~~
The next time, days later, they really did try to do it right. Giddy and horny as teenagers, they’d even gotten all of their clothes off and tumbled frantically to the bed, licking and rubbing and stroking until John wormed down Rodney’s body, mouthing his way across the solid plane of Rodney’s belly and sucking a livid, purple stain into the crease of his groin before taking the whole of Rodney’s cock into his mouth in one smooth motion.
But it had been a really long time since Rodney’d had anyone’s mouth on him, and when he looked down at John’s soft, shiny lips wrapped around his dick, he knew he wasn’t going to last long enough to do it the way they both wanted.
He ran his hands over the parts of John he could reach, feeling the bulge of his cock in John’s cheek, petting the spiky hair as he tried not to thrust his hips, watching his shaft disappear deeper and deeper into John’s lush mouth. He’d practically forgotten what it felt like, but here he was, dick buried in wet warmth, a strong tongue working the shaft, fluttering at the sensitive spot underneath the head, and if that wasn’t as good as it gets, it was fucking Captain Kirk doing it to him. It was John, and so it was a thousand times better than the grunt he’d hooked up with sometimes at the lab in Siberia and million times better than the Sam Carter look-a-like he’d picked up when he thought he was still carrying a torch for her. Not to mention that John sucked cock like a whore and that was something they were going to have to talk more about. Later.
And then John looked up at him, looked back into his eyes and smiled just a tiny bit around his mouthful of cock and Rodney nearly lost it, barely minutes into his first blowjob in over two years. He squeezed his eyes tight.
“Hydrogen. Helium. Lithium. Beryllium.”
John pulled off and looked at him, smothering a laugh when Rodney started muttering under his breath.
“Rodney? Are you…”
“It’s been a very long time, Colonel. I’m trying to make sure we do it right this time,” Rodney said officiously. “You do your job and I’ll do mine. Now get back to work.” He nudged John’s hip with his foot.
John just grinned at him and sucked his dick down again. The momentary break helped pull Rodney back from the edge, but John started palming his balls as he sucked, and then he started pumping a knuckle into the tender spot just behind them and tracing a gentle finger over the wrinkled skin even farther back.
“Jesus, John…Boron…Carbon…oh god, nngh…” Rodney couldn’t help thrusting his hips now and the action made him slip that last little way into John’s throat, causing him to make a little wordless hum that resonated through Rodney’s entire body. Hard as he tried, it was much too good to keep from coming.
“Nitrogen! Oxygen! Fuck…ahh, John…” the rest of it trailing off into wordless murmurs of pleasure, breath catching as he tugged at John’s hair to give him a little warning. Rodney’s orgasm was spine-bending good, stomach clenching, drawing him up off his back to curl over John’s head still moving fractionally in his lap as he swallowed around him. When he stopped convulsing, Rodney flopped back to the bed, spread-eagled and boneless.
“Guh. That was…” he started as John crawled up next to him, all hitched breaths, flushed cheeks and throbbing cock. He looked enticing and incredible; better than blue jell-o and wet Sam Carter and three fully charged ZPMs all at once could ever be.
A few heartbeats later, moving to straddle Rodney, his erection pulsing slightly with each beat of his heart, John smirked, “Good?”
“So good,” Rodney said and lunged at him, rolling him to his back.
John found himself in Rodney’s usual position of late, pinned and unbelievably aroused. Rodney’s big blue eyes surely mirrored his own blown pupils as he leaned in and kissed the lingering taste of himself from John’s mouth, then moved down, licking and biting a hot track over his torso, leaving his skin pinked with the sweet rasp of stubble. John shuddered as Rodney brushed against him, his aching cock leaping at the whisper of touch. Despite what Rodney thought, it had been an awfully long time for John as well.
“God, Rodney, please…so close…” Eyes shut tight, John was pleading, but he was so far gone he didn’t care until he realized that Rodney had stopped licking and sucking and was just breathing, hot, moist exhalations ghosting across the velvet skin. He opened his eyes and looked down at Rodney. Their eyes met, and as if that was what he was waiting for, Rodney gave him a smug smile. Without breaking eye contact, he grasped the base of John’s cock and licked a broad stripe up the shaft and across the head, dipping his tongue into the slit and lapping up the silky wetness there.
John thumped his head back against the mattress as Rodney slowly went down on him, inch by inch, laving the shaft and pulling back up to suck the head, going down further each time until John could feel himself bumping at the back of Rodney’s throat.
“Tennessee, Florida State, Oklahoma,” he chanted. Rodney didn’t stop what he was doing, but raised an eyebrow at him when John dared to open his eyes again and watch.
“National champ-fuck, Rodney…” John answered the silent query. Rodney couldn’t help but laugh through his nose, sending sparks straight up John’s dick with the reverberation.
“Ngh… Miami! Ohio State…LSU…” John tried again, but the trick was no more successful for him than it had been for Rodney. He groaned, long and loud and rough as the orgasm washed over him, turning the insides of his eyelids a dazzling white, his entire body stiff with it for long moments as his cock pulsed hot and wet in Rodney’s mouth, until he finally came down and released the stranglehold on the sheets he hadn’t even realized were twisted up in his hands.
Rodney released his dick with one last soft suck and wiped his mouth as he sluggishly shifted himself to stretch out beside John.
All told, it had been less than thirty minutes since John had walked into Rodney’s quarters and said, “So, I think it’s time for next time.”
On to Part 4
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~ 11,000 total
Summary: This wasn’t even the same goddamn galaxy as Earth. They might only be a ‘gate away, but it was still light-years.
Disclaimer: Please enter standard useless boilerplate disclaimer of all intent to damage here. i.e., not mine, not for profit.
Notes: See Part 1 for full header.
Part 1 Part 2
Previously: …It didn’t help. Neither did hoping Sheppard wouldn’t come find him and want to talk about it. And what didn’t help most of all was hoping Sheppard would come find him and not want to talk about it.
Rodney really shouldn’t have worried about freaking out, because John was off having his own private trip to second-thoughts-land. Sitting in the storage room they called an armory, checking and cleaning his weapons by rote, John tried not to think about the fact that he’d been, uh, “out of compliance” with U.S. military uniform code again, and if he was being completely honest about it, had very definite plans to seriously violate said uniform code as many times as he possibly could in the very near future. Fuck it. This wasn’t even the same goddamn galaxy as Earth. They might only be a ‘gate away, but it was still light-years.
He set his sidearm down gently and tried some of Rodney’s deep breathing. Rodney. He was a Canadian and a scientist and a genius and John’s best friend, dammit…between them, they’d find a way to do this, provided they could get both over their mutual attack of oh-my-god-what-are-we-doing and actually do it. And sitting here avoiding each other wasn’t helping. He tapped his radio.
“McKay? I need you at the range,” he said.
A moment of static while Rodney tried not to hyperventilate again and then he answered Sheppard’s summons.
“Uh, Colonel, I’m right in the middle of something really quite-” he began as he moved a red seven to a black eight. He wasn’t entirely over his freak out just yet and was still trying to wrap his brain around this whole…thing, and was it even a thing John wanted? And if it was a thing, then how were they going to do it? Because he might be a Canadian and a scientist and a genius and John might be his best friend, but even with all of that going for them, he didn’t quite know how to get around Public Law 103-160, codified at 10 U.S.C. section 654 without getting his, uh…John, in trouble.
“McKay. Range. Now,” John ordered.
~~~
Rodney really only meant to delay for a few minutes the inevitable uncomfortable discussion about their feelings and what they were going to do, so he offered to help carry pieces of Zelenka’s latest project over to the jumper bay. Then he saw no fewer than seven different ways in which Zelenka was screwing it up, so he just pointed out one or two of them, which naturally Zelenka disagreed with, which meant back to the lab to let the database prove who was right, which in the end meant forty-five minutes had passed before John tracked Rodney down en route to the range.
“I thought I gave you an order, McKay,” John growled, grabbing Rodney’s triceps and steering him down the corridor.
“I told you I was working on something very important, Zelenka needed me, and anyway, I was just on my way to the range. Even though technically I don’t actually have to take orders from you, no matter how much you try to turn me into a soldier. I’m still head scientist here and if I’m needed, then no amount of-where are we going?” Rodney cut himself off as he realized John was frog-marching him toward the living quarters instead of the range. He opened his mouth to complain about being manhandled down Atlantis’ halls by armed Air Force colonels, but paused when he discovered it was actually kind of hot having John drag him around like a grunting Neanderthal.
“I-why are we at your quarters?” Rodney asked, trying not to panic as Atlantis opened the door for John’s vague hand wave in the direction of the sensors and found himself hustled inside.
“Because now that we’re both done hiding, I think we need to work this out, and the range turned out not to be the best place to do this,” John answered, grabbing Rodney by the lapels.
“Actually, I don’t think I’m quite fin-” Rodney hands flailed in protest, thinking that he really hadn’t quite finished hiding, but was cut off by John pushing him back against the door and crashing their mouths together in a clash of hot tongue and soft lips. “Mmph,” he whimpered a tiny bit in capitulation, hands hanging motionless in the air a moment before he clutched at John and started kissing back.
Sliding a knee between Rodney’s thighs and pressing in, John busied himself unzipping Rodney’s jacket and pushing it off his shoulders as he tongued a hot path over the curve of his jaw. As soon as his mouth was free, Rodney started talking, even as he was yanking John’s shirt up.
“Oh god…this is…you’re so…I thought you wanted to talk…” he babbled.
John paused, barely pulling away from mouthing Rodney’s collarbone and said, “You got anything particularly important you want to say to me right now?” the words coming muffled against the moist cotton of Rodney’s t-shirt.
“No, no, this is good…I’m good. Just…ungh,” he groaned, feeling the press of John’s thigh against his cock. They scrabbled at the fastenings of each other’s pants, fumbling at the hindrance of buttons and zippers. John was quicker, slipping past the waistband of Rodney’s boxers, both of them sighing as John slid his palm along the hot length of Rodney’s dick.
“God, John…” Rodney exhaled. John pulled back to look at him with a silly grin.
“John?” he asked, giving him the twinkly eyes of doom again.
“Mm. Yes, well, you’ve had your tongue in my mouth, and now you’re-oh…” Rodney paused as John sucked a nipple through the fabric of his t-shirt. He was panting as he finished speaking. “I thought it was time we were on a first-name basis.” John just chuckled and stroked him harder.
Rodney had finally worked his way inside John’s pants and was just getting up a good rhythm when they each heard a burst of static in their earpieces, followed by Elizabeth’s voice.
“John? Rodney? I need to see you for a couple of minutes. Can you meet me in the gateroom?”
John dropped his forehead against Rodney’s in frustration. “Oh, you have got to be-” Rodney started, but John covered his mouth with his free hand and tapped his radio.
“Elizabeth? I’m right in the middle of something. I’ll be there in a few minutes. Sheppard out,” John said, gesturing at Rodney to answer and snaking his hand back inside Rodney’s pants.
“Uh, ditto. I just need to wrap this up…” he trailed off as John jacked him. It was dirty and decadent having John all over him like this and trying to carry on a conversation with Elizabeth at the same time.
“All right. How much time do you need?” Elizabeth asked. John was sucking on the soft spot right behind his ear.
Rodney had to bite his lip to keep from making obscene noises at Elizabeth when John twisted his wrist just so. He swallowed hard.
“Twenty…ungh…make that fifteen minutes,” Rodney bit out.
He could hear the puzzlement in her voice as Elizabeth added, “Rodney, are you all right?”
“Never better. McKay out.” He clicked his radio off and groaned loudly. “God, you’re killing me.”
John didn’t even pause, kissing his way back to Rodney’s mouth. “Fifteen minutes?”
Rodney wrapped his hand around John again. “Pfft. I’m not even gonna need ten.”
John chuckled against Rodney’s skin and said, “Okay, but next time we’re doing this right,” and slid his free hand under Rodney’s shirt to rub the nipple he’d been sucking on.
In the end, it was more like three minutes for Rodney and just a few seconds more for John as they jerked each other off, trying not to bite or suck too hard and leave a bruise in a telltale spot. Rodney arched away from the door as he came, hips still stuttering into John’s grip as he felt the warm wash of John’s come across his hand.
Even so, it was a good thing he’d told Elizabeth fifteen minutes, because she wouldn’t expect him for a half-hour at least, and they’d spent ten just leaning against each other, feeling the thud of their hearts slow, enjoying the post-come indolence and breathing the moist, sex-scented air between them. It might not have been what either of them imagined for their first time together, but all the same, it was pretty damn good.
~~~
The next time, days later, they really did try to do it right. Giddy and horny as teenagers, they’d even gotten all of their clothes off and tumbled frantically to the bed, licking and rubbing and stroking until John wormed down Rodney’s body, mouthing his way across the solid plane of Rodney’s belly and sucking a livid, purple stain into the crease of his groin before taking the whole of Rodney’s cock into his mouth in one smooth motion.
But it had been a really long time since Rodney’d had anyone’s mouth on him, and when he looked down at John’s soft, shiny lips wrapped around his dick, he knew he wasn’t going to last long enough to do it the way they both wanted.
He ran his hands over the parts of John he could reach, feeling the bulge of his cock in John’s cheek, petting the spiky hair as he tried not to thrust his hips, watching his shaft disappear deeper and deeper into John’s lush mouth. He’d practically forgotten what it felt like, but here he was, dick buried in wet warmth, a strong tongue working the shaft, fluttering at the sensitive spot underneath the head, and if that wasn’t as good as it gets, it was fucking Captain Kirk doing it to him. It was John, and so it was a thousand times better than the grunt he’d hooked up with sometimes at the lab in Siberia and million times better than the Sam Carter look-a-like he’d picked up when he thought he was still carrying a torch for her. Not to mention that John sucked cock like a whore and that was something they were going to have to talk more about. Later.
And then John looked up at him, looked back into his eyes and smiled just a tiny bit around his mouthful of cock and Rodney nearly lost it, barely minutes into his first blowjob in over two years. He squeezed his eyes tight.
“Hydrogen. Helium. Lithium. Beryllium.”
John pulled off and looked at him, smothering a laugh when Rodney started muttering under his breath.
“Rodney? Are you…”
“It’s been a very long time, Colonel. I’m trying to make sure we do it right this time,” Rodney said officiously. “You do your job and I’ll do mine. Now get back to work.” He nudged John’s hip with his foot.
John just grinned at him and sucked his dick down again. The momentary break helped pull Rodney back from the edge, but John started palming his balls as he sucked, and then he started pumping a knuckle into the tender spot just behind them and tracing a gentle finger over the wrinkled skin even farther back.
“Jesus, John…Boron…Carbon…oh god, nngh…” Rodney couldn’t help thrusting his hips now and the action made him slip that last little way into John’s throat, causing him to make a little wordless hum that resonated through Rodney’s entire body. Hard as he tried, it was much too good to keep from coming.
“Nitrogen! Oxygen! Fuck…ahh, John…” the rest of it trailing off into wordless murmurs of pleasure, breath catching as he tugged at John’s hair to give him a little warning. Rodney’s orgasm was spine-bending good, stomach clenching, drawing him up off his back to curl over John’s head still moving fractionally in his lap as he swallowed around him. When he stopped convulsing, Rodney flopped back to the bed, spread-eagled and boneless.
“Guh. That was…” he started as John crawled up next to him, all hitched breaths, flushed cheeks and throbbing cock. He looked enticing and incredible; better than blue jell-o and wet Sam Carter and three fully charged ZPMs all at once could ever be.
A few heartbeats later, moving to straddle Rodney, his erection pulsing slightly with each beat of his heart, John smirked, “Good?”
“So good,” Rodney said and lunged at him, rolling him to his back.
John found himself in Rodney’s usual position of late, pinned and unbelievably aroused. Rodney’s big blue eyes surely mirrored his own blown pupils as he leaned in and kissed the lingering taste of himself from John’s mouth, then moved down, licking and biting a hot track over his torso, leaving his skin pinked with the sweet rasp of stubble. John shuddered as Rodney brushed against him, his aching cock leaping at the whisper of touch. Despite what Rodney thought, it had been an awfully long time for John as well.
“God, Rodney, please…so close…” Eyes shut tight, John was pleading, but he was so far gone he didn’t care until he realized that Rodney had stopped licking and sucking and was just breathing, hot, moist exhalations ghosting across the velvet skin. He opened his eyes and looked down at Rodney. Their eyes met, and as if that was what he was waiting for, Rodney gave him a smug smile. Without breaking eye contact, he grasped the base of John’s cock and licked a broad stripe up the shaft and across the head, dipping his tongue into the slit and lapping up the silky wetness there.
John thumped his head back against the mattress as Rodney slowly went down on him, inch by inch, laving the shaft and pulling back up to suck the head, going down further each time until John could feel himself bumping at the back of Rodney’s throat.
“Tennessee, Florida State, Oklahoma,” he chanted. Rodney didn’t stop what he was doing, but raised an eyebrow at him when John dared to open his eyes again and watch.
“National champ-fuck, Rodney…” John answered the silent query. Rodney couldn’t help but laugh through his nose, sending sparks straight up John’s dick with the reverberation.
“Ngh… Miami! Ohio State…LSU…” John tried again, but the trick was no more successful for him than it had been for Rodney. He groaned, long and loud and rough as the orgasm washed over him, turning the insides of his eyelids a dazzling white, his entire body stiff with it for long moments as his cock pulsed hot and wet in Rodney’s mouth, until he finally came down and released the stranglehold on the sheets he hadn’t even realized were twisted up in his hands.
Rodney released his dick with one last soft suck and wiped his mouth as he sluggishly shifted himself to stretch out beside John.
All told, it had been less than thirty minutes since John had walked into Rodney’s quarters and said, “So, I think it’s time for next time.”
On to Part 4