Bonus entry for McShep Match (non-scoring)
Title: Play for Keeps
Author: scarlettandblue
Pairing(s): McKay/Sheppard
Rating: NC17
Warnings: None
Notes: I know that I have read the line when Rodney says ”I knew you’d be like this” in someone else’s story in fairly identical similar situation and I can’t for the life of me think who it was, but I tried to use a different phrase and it didn’t sound right, but if someone knows what the story is or who the author is I’d happily credit them with the inspiration, and obviously change it if that is what they want.
Summary: Being with Rodney was a little like a not fatal stab wound.
Mod note: A sequel to this entry, posted not as part of the Match but just in time to be included as an extra in the Masterlist.
John was following Rodney through corridors out behind the auditorium and he had no idea where they were going. He never liked to admit it to anyone, but when he wasn’t in the air or when his life didn’t depend on it, he sometimes had a little problem with directions. Or maybe it was just that every military base he had ever spent time on was exactly like every other; same drab paint, same exposed pipe-work, same endless corridors and the same unique smell, a combination of cooking and gun oil and stale locker rooms, with a disconcerting top-note of floral disinfectant.
Rodney seemed to know exactly where he was going though, and John was happy to follow him.
John had appreciated this view of Rodney a few times over the weeks, since Martinez had first pointed him out to John, as an asshole and the guy who had made a pilot cry, in front of his ground crew. The pilot had been re-deployed to a desk job State-side or a padded cell or something and John had been his replacement, at least that’s what Martinez had said. Then again every posting John had ever been deployed to there was always some apocryphal story of what had happened to the man before him, so he figured it was just the usual hazing the new guy BS.
Having spent a couple of months observing McKay from a distance John had decided there was strong evidence the story might actually be true. But now he was hoping to get a little closer to McKay, to get a little hands-on with him, John had to admit the idea that the story might be true made him hard. Well no, beating McKay at chess had made John hard. And following McKay in those pants, the pants that had made John admit to himself for the first time in his life that he seriously wanted the guy in those pants to fuck him, had made him harder. But the idea that he was about to be fucked by a guy who could be such a vindictive vicious asshole that he had made a pilot, a fucking pilot cry made John so hard his balls ached and the head of his dick dribbled a little bubble of pre-come inside his tight black briefs. John thought if he didn’t either get in a room with McKay right now or at the very least calm down a bit, he might actually come right there in the corridor, in his pants.
Rodney chose the exact moment that John had thought about coming in his pants to turn to stop, then turn and look at him.
There were some things about McKay that didn’t make much sense to John, like wasn’t blue supposed to be a cold color? But Rodney was looking at him now and it was like fire. Then John got it. It was the difference between a bullet wound which was blood and fire and hurt with a dull, throbbing, sickening ache, and being stabbed which felt icy in that first moment but after that shock and pain blazed through your whole body, like a lighting bolt of agony so hot it made you shiver.
They were just standing there in a poorly lit corridor. Rodney watching John with an intense focused stillness, waiting to see what he might do, and John watching Rodney because he couldn’t drag his eyes away.
Rodney broke the moment when he stepped forward right into John’s personal space and ran the edge of his thumb up the crease of John’s groin, carefully not touching the outline of his hard cock at all and said, “Did I do that?”
John had shut his eyes and bitten down hard on his bottom lip to stop his body from reacting the way it wanted to, so he was a little off balance when Rodney continued the movement of his hand and slipped two fingers over the waist of John’s jeans and tugged him forward.
John opened his eyes again and realized that he was being pulled towards an open doorway and into a dark room. He had no idea where he was but he really didn’t care. For all he knew this could be the infamous bathroom near the small auditorium that Feretti had told him was basically cruise-central during his first day orientation.
John felt light-headed and a little watery in his legs, like his knees might give out, but then again his dick felt so hot and heavy most of the blood in his body had probably been diverted there. He staggered a little until he felt something hard behind him, the door, maybe a wall, it didn’t matter as long as he could lean back against it to hold himself up. His eyes were getting used to the relative darkness of the room and he could see by the red glow of a digital clock and the blue standby light on a TV screen. They were in someone’s room, McKay’s room he hoped. But John didn’t have time to compare interior design choices because Rodney was suddenly there, pressed against him, hard against him and there was no mistaking how interested in John he was.
John breath caught in his throat and shut his eyes. He was more than a little off centre and he couldn’t help licking his lips. He didn’t know what to expect in this situation, didn’t know what to do because he wasn’t used to being so passive, he wasn’t used to not knowing where to put his hands, or if he was about to be kissed or something else entirely.
Rodney leaned into him a little more hands gripping John’s biceps. As his cheek slid across John’s the rasp of stubble against his own was shocking. Rodney settled against John’s neck, and John felt heat against his skin just below his ear where Rodney was nosing into his hair and panting against his skin. It was probably the single most erotic thing he had ever experienced, and John let his head fall back against the wall with a little thud. Rodney breathed out and in, out and in, like he was learning John by scent. Then, just when John didn’t think he could bear how turned on he was by the sound and feeling of Rodney’s breath against him, he felt Rodney’s hands slide across his shoulders then down his chest. He wanted to rub his nipples into the palms as they pressed against his chest but they continued down and Rodney’s body slid down and down until he was kneeling at John’s feet.
Clever fingers were opening the button and zipper on his fly and pulling John’s jeans down with a sharp tug. He wanted to say no or yeah or even please but the only sound that came out of his mouth was, ”Oh.”
Then Rodney was breathing hard, mouth right against the head of John’s dick, where his briefs were damp already from pre-come, and it felt hot and wet and like the best sex he’d ever had even through the material of his underwear.
Rodney’s hands slid around behind him, and his fingers pushed up inside the legs of his briefs. There wasn’t really enough room inside for Rodney’s hands as well, and it made them go unbearably tight across the front, squeezing John’s dick and his balls, and making him want to squirm and shout, but the only sound he seemed able to make was high little gasps. And Rodney wasn’t careful because then he just yanked the briefs down and they caught on the head of John’s dick pulling it down and making him moan, and as Rodney tugged them down further John felt his dick slap back up against his belly and then the elastic snapped back against the top of his thighs leaving his balls exposed, pushed up against the base of his dick. John had a second to think that he probably looked really stupid like that and then he didn’t care anymore because Rodney slid his lips over the head of his dick and simply kept going until he had swallowed John whole.
John had never had a blow job like it. No gag reflex. And the voracious way Rodney was sucking and swallowing around the head of his dick, and making greedy sounds that John could feel all the way down to his balls. And Rodney not caring that it was wet and a little sloppy. And the way he was holding on to John’s ass, pulling him even deeper into his mouth and just holding him there for endless moments until he had to pull off a little to take a breath and then pull him back in again.
John never wanted it to end, and it was so unbearably good he didn’t think he could stand another second. And when he finally came it was endless and unendurable and it drew his mind out and out like a flawless filament of light until he felt his whole body stretched tight and thin, so thin it ached, so thin and so fine it shattered.
He couldn’t remember the last time he felt so easy and warm in his own skin. Soft and stretched out on the bed, his bones felt like they were made of taffy and the pleasure had left him with a glow in way down in his belly like sunshine, and it went on and on, he was full of heat and sun and it felt so good.
He wanted to arch his back against the scratchy blanket he was laid out on just because it felt so good. He didn’t remember getting on the bed, he didn’t remember getting naked either, but he didn’t care. When he opened his eyes the room was lit by a single lamp and he looked down and Rodney was there, between his legs using something hard and pulsing in his asshole to open him up. Pushing it in and out slowly while he held John’s balls in his other hand, just held them, like the were something precious asleep in his palm, and Rodney’s face was soft and focused and open in a way John had never imagined it could be,
When he looked up and met John’s eyes Rodney stilled his hands and said,” I knew you’d be like this. ”
John just nodded; he didn’t think he had any voice left.
Then Rodney said, “Are you ready?” And John smiled and spread his legs a little wider and Rodney pulled the vibrator out then used his broad shoulders to push up and spread John even wider pushing his legs back until he was nearly folded in two and Rodney’s cock was right there and then it was pushing inside him.
John had never been fucked before. He’d had a couple of girlfriends who liked to peg him while they blew him and he certainly hadn’t minded that one bit. But he’d never felt this. And it might even have been a little painful, Rodney had been through but maybe John hadn’t been as ready as he thought he was, but he didn’t care, didn’t really feel any pain just tight pressure that seemed like it was going to split him open. Then his body relaxed a little more and Rodney slid all the way inside and John felt it right down to his toes. There was a second when John thought he wanted to struggle, to fight him off, to get him out. But Rodney was holding him there. Holding him open, holding him down. Rodney was just holding him, and when John really felt it, being held like that, all the pressure inside him went away and it seemed like Rodney settled even deeper into him. Then John found his voice again and said, ”Yes…“ and, “Oh God…” and “I can’t…” and, “Oh harder…” and “There there there… Mmmmhhh.”
Rodney might not have been a guy who turned heads, except he kind of was. He might not have been classically perfect, but he was handsome and he was something else, something John didn’t really have a name for, but he knew it was the thing that had drawn him to Rodney and it made him feel like that there probably wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do, if Rodney asked him to.
There was one other thing that Rodney was. Unexpectedly. He was a fucking Trojan in bed. He was relentless; he just kept on and on fucking John. He was red in the face and he was sweating but his hips kept on snapping into John like it was his vocation. John had never been with someone who was so focused and precise and so strong, it was unspeakably hot.
John was shivering inside his skin and he was hard again, and that was totally unprecedented. He never managed three times in the same day. Even when he was fifteen and everything made him horny even Sister Gregory who taught catechism and had a moustache and a wart that looked like a third eye, even then he’d never managed three times in less than nine hours.
John felt his eyes roll back and he felt his hips rise up and he wanted to just stay like that forever, the feeling of being right on the edge, right there, with Rodney fucking him. But it couldn’t last and he felt the bloom of his orgasm deep inside, it whispered through his body and laid waste to his senses until all he felt was Rodney pushing and pushing and pushing then Rodney said, “John…” and everything rolled away into bliss.
It was daylight when John next opened his eyes. He was warm and he could feel arms tight around him, and someone was snoring in his ear like an asthmatic Chihuahua. John shifted around enjoying the feeling of used muscles and the aching in his ass and his balls and even his wrung out dick, which was mercifully soft and not even a little bit interested where it lay against his thigh.
John managed to turn round in the bed and then he was looking at Rodney; Rodney, who was asleep and drooling a little down the side of his mouth, Rodney, who had fucked him into oblivion and beyond last night.
John didn’t know what to do because it was the morning after and often this was when the person he’d spent the night with realized the guy in their bed wasn’t any kind of a keeper. But he had hoped this time might be different.
John watched Rodney’s face, wanted to see the moment he came awake, hoping it might reveal something good. Rodney was licking his lips and twitching; either he was about to wake up or he was chasing bunnies in his sleep. And John was suddenly mesmerized by Rodney’s mouth, and by the realization that they hadn’t kissed.
John was unbearably turned on by the idea that Rodney’s mouth had been all over his dick but had never touched his lips. John’s dick twitched against his leg at the memory and he groaned because it hurt to even think about being hard but the memory was so good. He leaned closer, and watched Rodney’s face for a sign he was awake, but he was drawn to the way Rodney’s mouth seemed to be waiting for a kiss. His lips parted, pushed forward a little so that his upper lip didn’t look like a slash and his bottom lip looked like it was waiting for someone to bite it. John took a breath and leaned closer… Closer… Closer. He fit his lips against Rodney’s just a soft slide of flesh against flesh and a little puff of air he couldn’t help sighing because kissing Rodney was sweeter than he could have imagined.
The moment when Rodney came awake, when his lips went from soft and yielding to hard and closed was intense and John held his breath, waiting to see what he would do. The moment when Rodney relaxed and opened his mouth to kiss John back was better than anything.
They stayed in the bed just kissing, first hungrily and then slower and lazier until Rodney pushed John off saying, “We have work today you know!”
John groaned and tried to pull Rodney back, but Rodney rolled away and up, he sat on the edge of the mattress and said, “It’s an important day for us. O’Neill is coming in to look at Daniel’s latest research.”
John just lay there, he could still feel Rodney all over his body, and he didn’t want that feeling to go away. He didn’t even know who Daniel or O’Neill were.
”John!” Rodney poked him in the ribs, specifically his bottom rib, and the one that was really sensitive. John hunched over and snarled a little, he hated Rodney had figured that out so fast.
Rodney said, “Come on, you have to get up.” Pulling at John to get him moving, “You are scheduled to fly the General in at eleven, and I have to be at the research station at least two hours before he arrives.”
John scrubbed his hands through his hair and rubbed his eyes; he dimly recalled there had been a bit of a rumpus over the scheduling for the day and that he’d drawn the short straw and had to fly the VIP out there. He rolled over and sat up as well. He hated that this was the end. That they both had work commitments there were important, or at least in his case, unavoidable. John could feel it all slipping away.
“Hey!”
John’s head dropped forward for a moment then he pushed himself up. He could see his jeans over by the door. He just needed to locate his T-shirt.
“John, hey!” Suddenly Rodney was in his space, holding on to his shoulder, peering into his eyes. “It’s only because we’re really busy toady. If not I’d be taking you into the shower and shoving my tongue so far in your ass your toes would curl and then I’d fill you up with lube and fuck you for an hour. You’d be so hot and sweet and I would love that your ass was red and still sore from last night, and I’d make you come so hard nothing else would matter.”
John couldn’t help the flush that colored his cheek, he’d never been into sex talk that way, it had always seemed a little too contrived, but Rodney didn’t sound like he was trying to be sexy, he was just saying precisely what he wanted to do. John nodded and said, “oh yeah?”
Then Rodney blinked and something seemed to shutter behind his eyes and he said, “That is, if you want to. I mean, if you thought this was just a hook-up that would be…fine I suppose.” But the corner of Rodney’s mouth had turned down and it didn’t look as if the thought it would be fine at all.
So John said, “No I was hoping for more than one night.” And even though it felt like he was flaying himself open right there in front of Rodney he added, “I’d like it to be more than a hook-up.”
Then Rodney pulled him into a fierce hug and it didn’t feel awkward, and John knew where to put his hands and he hugged Rodney back just as hard. He felt it when Rodney breathed in and out against his neck, he figured it must be a thing he did, John hoped so because apparently it was a thing he liked.
Rodney lifted his head a little so he could speak the words right against John’s ear, he said, “I’ll see you in the mess-hall at eight tonight. And remember what I said I wanted to do to this.” And he pinched John right at the crease where his thigh met his ass cheek, then he continued, “So no distractions flying O’Neill out. I know what a menace he can be. No showing off for the General with some fancy flying maneuvers. Just keep this,” and he pinched John again for emphasis, “out of trouble.”
Author: scarlettandblue
Pairing(s): McKay/Sheppard
Rating: NC17
Warnings: None
Notes: I know that I have read the line when Rodney says ”I knew you’d be like this” in someone else’s story in fairly identical similar situation and I can’t for the life of me think who it was, but I tried to use a different phrase and it didn’t sound right, but if someone knows what the story is or who the author is I’d happily credit them with the inspiration, and obviously change it if that is what they want.
Summary: Being with Rodney was a little like a not fatal stab wound.
Mod note: A sequel to this entry, posted not as part of the Match but just in time to be included as an extra in the Masterlist.
John was following Rodney through corridors out behind the auditorium and he had no idea where they were going. He never liked to admit it to anyone, but when he wasn’t in the air or when his life didn’t depend on it, he sometimes had a little problem with directions. Or maybe it was just that every military base he had ever spent time on was exactly like every other; same drab paint, same exposed pipe-work, same endless corridors and the same unique smell, a combination of cooking and gun oil and stale locker rooms, with a disconcerting top-note of floral disinfectant.
Rodney seemed to know exactly where he was going though, and John was happy to follow him.
John had appreciated this view of Rodney a few times over the weeks, since Martinez had first pointed him out to John, as an asshole and the guy who had made a pilot cry, in front of his ground crew. The pilot had been re-deployed to a desk job State-side or a padded cell or something and John had been his replacement, at least that’s what Martinez had said. Then again every posting John had ever been deployed to there was always some apocryphal story of what had happened to the man before him, so he figured it was just the usual hazing the new guy BS.
Having spent a couple of months observing McKay from a distance John had decided there was strong evidence the story might actually be true. But now he was hoping to get a little closer to McKay, to get a little hands-on with him, John had to admit the idea that the story might be true made him hard. Well no, beating McKay at chess had made John hard. And following McKay in those pants, the pants that had made John admit to himself for the first time in his life that he seriously wanted the guy in those pants to fuck him, had made him harder. But the idea that he was about to be fucked by a guy who could be such a vindictive vicious asshole that he had made a pilot, a fucking pilot cry made John so hard his balls ached and the head of his dick dribbled a little bubble of pre-come inside his tight black briefs. John thought if he didn’t either get in a room with McKay right now or at the very least calm down a bit, he might actually come right there in the corridor, in his pants.
Rodney chose the exact moment that John had thought about coming in his pants to turn to stop, then turn and look at him.
There were some things about McKay that didn’t make much sense to John, like wasn’t blue supposed to be a cold color? But Rodney was looking at him now and it was like fire. Then John got it. It was the difference between a bullet wound which was blood and fire and hurt with a dull, throbbing, sickening ache, and being stabbed which felt icy in that first moment but after that shock and pain blazed through your whole body, like a lighting bolt of agony so hot it made you shiver.
They were just standing there in a poorly lit corridor. Rodney watching John with an intense focused stillness, waiting to see what he might do, and John watching Rodney because he couldn’t drag his eyes away.
Rodney broke the moment when he stepped forward right into John’s personal space and ran the edge of his thumb up the crease of John’s groin, carefully not touching the outline of his hard cock at all and said, “Did I do that?”
John had shut his eyes and bitten down hard on his bottom lip to stop his body from reacting the way it wanted to, so he was a little off balance when Rodney continued the movement of his hand and slipped two fingers over the waist of John’s jeans and tugged him forward.
John opened his eyes again and realized that he was being pulled towards an open doorway and into a dark room. He had no idea where he was but he really didn’t care. For all he knew this could be the infamous bathroom near the small auditorium that Feretti had told him was basically cruise-central during his first day orientation.
John felt light-headed and a little watery in his legs, like his knees might give out, but then again his dick felt so hot and heavy most of the blood in his body had probably been diverted there. He staggered a little until he felt something hard behind him, the door, maybe a wall, it didn’t matter as long as he could lean back against it to hold himself up. His eyes were getting used to the relative darkness of the room and he could see by the red glow of a digital clock and the blue standby light on a TV screen. They were in someone’s room, McKay’s room he hoped. But John didn’t have time to compare interior design choices because Rodney was suddenly there, pressed against him, hard against him and there was no mistaking how interested in John he was.
John breath caught in his throat and shut his eyes. He was more than a little off centre and he couldn’t help licking his lips. He didn’t know what to expect in this situation, didn’t know what to do because he wasn’t used to being so passive, he wasn’t used to not knowing where to put his hands, or if he was about to be kissed or something else entirely.
Rodney leaned into him a little more hands gripping John’s biceps. As his cheek slid across John’s the rasp of stubble against his own was shocking. Rodney settled against John’s neck, and John felt heat against his skin just below his ear where Rodney was nosing into his hair and panting against his skin. It was probably the single most erotic thing he had ever experienced, and John let his head fall back against the wall with a little thud. Rodney breathed out and in, out and in, like he was learning John by scent. Then, just when John didn’t think he could bear how turned on he was by the sound and feeling of Rodney’s breath against him, he felt Rodney’s hands slide across his shoulders then down his chest. He wanted to rub his nipples into the palms as they pressed against his chest but they continued down and Rodney’s body slid down and down until he was kneeling at John’s feet.
Clever fingers were opening the button and zipper on his fly and pulling John’s jeans down with a sharp tug. He wanted to say no or yeah or even please but the only sound that came out of his mouth was, ”Oh.”
Then Rodney was breathing hard, mouth right against the head of John’s dick, where his briefs were damp already from pre-come, and it felt hot and wet and like the best sex he’d ever had even through the material of his underwear.
Rodney’s hands slid around behind him, and his fingers pushed up inside the legs of his briefs. There wasn’t really enough room inside for Rodney’s hands as well, and it made them go unbearably tight across the front, squeezing John’s dick and his balls, and making him want to squirm and shout, but the only sound he seemed able to make was high little gasps. And Rodney wasn’t careful because then he just yanked the briefs down and they caught on the head of John’s dick pulling it down and making him moan, and as Rodney tugged them down further John felt his dick slap back up against his belly and then the elastic snapped back against the top of his thighs leaving his balls exposed, pushed up against the base of his dick. John had a second to think that he probably looked really stupid like that and then he didn’t care anymore because Rodney slid his lips over the head of his dick and simply kept going until he had swallowed John whole.
John had never had a blow job like it. No gag reflex. And the voracious way Rodney was sucking and swallowing around the head of his dick, and making greedy sounds that John could feel all the way down to his balls. And Rodney not caring that it was wet and a little sloppy. And the way he was holding on to John’s ass, pulling him even deeper into his mouth and just holding him there for endless moments until he had to pull off a little to take a breath and then pull him back in again.
John never wanted it to end, and it was so unbearably good he didn’t think he could stand another second. And when he finally came it was endless and unendurable and it drew his mind out and out like a flawless filament of light until he felt his whole body stretched tight and thin, so thin it ached, so thin and so fine it shattered.
He couldn’t remember the last time he felt so easy and warm in his own skin. Soft and stretched out on the bed, his bones felt like they were made of taffy and the pleasure had left him with a glow in way down in his belly like sunshine, and it went on and on, he was full of heat and sun and it felt so good.
He wanted to arch his back against the scratchy blanket he was laid out on just because it felt so good. He didn’t remember getting on the bed, he didn’t remember getting naked either, but he didn’t care. When he opened his eyes the room was lit by a single lamp and he looked down and Rodney was there, between his legs using something hard and pulsing in his asshole to open him up. Pushing it in and out slowly while he held John’s balls in his other hand, just held them, like the were something precious asleep in his palm, and Rodney’s face was soft and focused and open in a way John had never imagined it could be,
When he looked up and met John’s eyes Rodney stilled his hands and said,” I knew you’d be like this. ”
John just nodded; he didn’t think he had any voice left.
Then Rodney said, “Are you ready?” And John smiled and spread his legs a little wider and Rodney pulled the vibrator out then used his broad shoulders to push up and spread John even wider pushing his legs back until he was nearly folded in two and Rodney’s cock was right there and then it was pushing inside him.
John had never been fucked before. He’d had a couple of girlfriends who liked to peg him while they blew him and he certainly hadn’t minded that one bit. But he’d never felt this. And it might even have been a little painful, Rodney had been through but maybe John hadn’t been as ready as he thought he was, but he didn’t care, didn’t really feel any pain just tight pressure that seemed like it was going to split him open. Then his body relaxed a little more and Rodney slid all the way inside and John felt it right down to his toes. There was a second when John thought he wanted to struggle, to fight him off, to get him out. But Rodney was holding him there. Holding him open, holding him down. Rodney was just holding him, and when John really felt it, being held like that, all the pressure inside him went away and it seemed like Rodney settled even deeper into him. Then John found his voice again and said, ”Yes…“ and, “Oh God…” and “I can’t…” and, “Oh harder…” and “There there there… Mmmmhhh.”
Rodney might not have been a guy who turned heads, except he kind of was. He might not have been classically perfect, but he was handsome and he was something else, something John didn’t really have a name for, but he knew it was the thing that had drawn him to Rodney and it made him feel like that there probably wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do, if Rodney asked him to.
There was one other thing that Rodney was. Unexpectedly. He was a fucking Trojan in bed. He was relentless; he just kept on and on fucking John. He was red in the face and he was sweating but his hips kept on snapping into John like it was his vocation. John had never been with someone who was so focused and precise and so strong, it was unspeakably hot.
John was shivering inside his skin and he was hard again, and that was totally unprecedented. He never managed three times in the same day. Even when he was fifteen and everything made him horny even Sister Gregory who taught catechism and had a moustache and a wart that looked like a third eye, even then he’d never managed three times in less than nine hours.
John felt his eyes roll back and he felt his hips rise up and he wanted to just stay like that forever, the feeling of being right on the edge, right there, with Rodney fucking him. But it couldn’t last and he felt the bloom of his orgasm deep inside, it whispered through his body and laid waste to his senses until all he felt was Rodney pushing and pushing and pushing then Rodney said, “John…” and everything rolled away into bliss.
It was daylight when John next opened his eyes. He was warm and he could feel arms tight around him, and someone was snoring in his ear like an asthmatic Chihuahua. John shifted around enjoying the feeling of used muscles and the aching in his ass and his balls and even his wrung out dick, which was mercifully soft and not even a little bit interested where it lay against his thigh.
John managed to turn round in the bed and then he was looking at Rodney; Rodney, who was asleep and drooling a little down the side of his mouth, Rodney, who had fucked him into oblivion and beyond last night.
John didn’t know what to do because it was the morning after and often this was when the person he’d spent the night with realized the guy in their bed wasn’t any kind of a keeper. But he had hoped this time might be different.
John watched Rodney’s face, wanted to see the moment he came awake, hoping it might reveal something good. Rodney was licking his lips and twitching; either he was about to wake up or he was chasing bunnies in his sleep. And John was suddenly mesmerized by Rodney’s mouth, and by the realization that they hadn’t kissed.
John was unbearably turned on by the idea that Rodney’s mouth had been all over his dick but had never touched his lips. John’s dick twitched against his leg at the memory and he groaned because it hurt to even think about being hard but the memory was so good. He leaned closer, and watched Rodney’s face for a sign he was awake, but he was drawn to the way Rodney’s mouth seemed to be waiting for a kiss. His lips parted, pushed forward a little so that his upper lip didn’t look like a slash and his bottom lip looked like it was waiting for someone to bite it. John took a breath and leaned closer… Closer… Closer. He fit his lips against Rodney’s just a soft slide of flesh against flesh and a little puff of air he couldn’t help sighing because kissing Rodney was sweeter than he could have imagined.
The moment when Rodney came awake, when his lips went from soft and yielding to hard and closed was intense and John held his breath, waiting to see what he would do. The moment when Rodney relaxed and opened his mouth to kiss John back was better than anything.
They stayed in the bed just kissing, first hungrily and then slower and lazier until Rodney pushed John off saying, “We have work today you know!”
John groaned and tried to pull Rodney back, but Rodney rolled away and up, he sat on the edge of the mattress and said, “It’s an important day for us. O’Neill is coming in to look at Daniel’s latest research.”
John just lay there, he could still feel Rodney all over his body, and he didn’t want that feeling to go away. He didn’t even know who Daniel or O’Neill were.
”John!” Rodney poked him in the ribs, specifically his bottom rib, and the one that was really sensitive. John hunched over and snarled a little, he hated Rodney had figured that out so fast.
Rodney said, “Come on, you have to get up.” Pulling at John to get him moving, “You are scheduled to fly the General in at eleven, and I have to be at the research station at least two hours before he arrives.”
John scrubbed his hands through his hair and rubbed his eyes; he dimly recalled there had been a bit of a rumpus over the scheduling for the day and that he’d drawn the short straw and had to fly the VIP out there. He rolled over and sat up as well. He hated that this was the end. That they both had work commitments there were important, or at least in his case, unavoidable. John could feel it all slipping away.
“Hey!”
John’s head dropped forward for a moment then he pushed himself up. He could see his jeans over by the door. He just needed to locate his T-shirt.
“John, hey!” Suddenly Rodney was in his space, holding on to his shoulder, peering into his eyes. “It’s only because we’re really busy toady. If not I’d be taking you into the shower and shoving my tongue so far in your ass your toes would curl and then I’d fill you up with lube and fuck you for an hour. You’d be so hot and sweet and I would love that your ass was red and still sore from last night, and I’d make you come so hard nothing else would matter.”
John couldn’t help the flush that colored his cheek, he’d never been into sex talk that way, it had always seemed a little too contrived, but Rodney didn’t sound like he was trying to be sexy, he was just saying precisely what he wanted to do. John nodded and said, “oh yeah?”
Then Rodney blinked and something seemed to shutter behind his eyes and he said, “That is, if you want to. I mean, if you thought this was just a hook-up that would be…fine I suppose.” But the corner of Rodney’s mouth had turned down and it didn’t look as if the thought it would be fine at all.
So John said, “No I was hoping for more than one night.” And even though it felt like he was flaying himself open right there in front of Rodney he added, “I’d like it to be more than a hook-up.”
Then Rodney pulled him into a fierce hug and it didn’t feel awkward, and John knew where to put his hands and he hugged Rodney back just as hard. He felt it when Rodney breathed in and out against his neck, he figured it must be a thing he did, John hoped so because apparently it was a thing he liked.
Rodney lifted his head a little so he could speak the words right against John’s ear, he said, “I’ll see you in the mess-hall at eight tonight. And remember what I said I wanted to do to this.” And he pinched John right at the crease where his thigh met his ass cheek, then he continued, “So no distractions flying O’Neill out. I know what a menace he can be. No showing off for the General with some fancy flying maneuvers. Just keep this,” and he pinched John again for emphasis, “out of trouble.”