"John lowered his mouth again, licking a pathway along the hip bone..."
Some smutty sex p0rn written for Jo. Bit of a Fandom classic this plot, but hey, everyone loves a good 'Aliens made them do it...' fic. Right?
Title: Devoting
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP
Word Count: 2423
Written For: Prompt #038, Touch for stargatefic100
Notes: This is for jo_zed_pee_em, a little present. Enjoy hun! Greatful thanks to my twin, neth_dugan who was my beta. You rock!
Summary: John worships Rodney.
Devoting
Rodney arched into the touch, confident hands stroking down his side. He gasped slightly as the dark head lowed onto his chest, soft lips lavishing kisses on his stomach then moving slowly, planting kisses as he went. Without thinking about it Rodney reached out, hands brushing against the surprisingly soft hair, twisting themselves in it as John bit down gently on his hip before his tongue flicked out, soothing the mark.
This was so not what he was expecting when he heard the words 'God', 'Ritual' and 'Trust'. He wasn't sure exactly what he had been expecting but a drugged Colonel Sheppard and sex had not even appeared on the list.
Yet here they were, on a bed in some alien world with John bestowing his devotions. Rodney bit back a gasp as John's hands dropped lower, sweeping past his side and caressing his ass. It felt so good, so right.
When the natives had started to speak about the ritual, eyes fixed on Rodney, he had felt a little worried. These kind of things never ended well - in fact they tended to end with shouting and running and more often than not too much blood.
They had promised that the ritual was completely voluntary - but if they wanted to trade then it would have to be preformed. Rodney had snorted at that - voluntary indeed! The the natives had informed them that it would be done with the help of Rodney and Colonel Sheppard. All they had to do was prove to them that the leader of the team was devoted to Rodney. Something about trust and showing that John cared for his team.
Exactly why they had picked Rodney was something of a mystery. Not that Rodney was complaining right now, not when John started to suck on his hip bone, one hand moving away from his ass to play with Rodney's other hip, tracing patterns into his skin.
“John...” Rodney whispered, because yeah, this was hot and felt so right, but it was wrong. Wrong because John was drugged and he shouldn't be taking advantage like this - well, he shouldn't be letting John take advantage of Rodney taking advantage of John being drugged.
“Rodney,” John whispered back, lifting his head just enough so his mouth was hovering over skin that was slowly turning a pale shade of red. It took all of Rodney's self-control not to whimper at the loss of suction and the feel of cool air on the spot. “Rodney,” John whispered again, his voice low and husky.
“John, you've been drugged, you shouldn't be doing this. You should be listing my talents, my skills...”
“I know what I'm doing. They said the drug would show my true devotion remember?” John answered, his voice still low and husky, the type of voice Rodney was more used to hearing on late night porn than coming from his team leader and friend.
John lowered his mouth again, licking a pathway along the hip bone, causing Rodney to arch up again, twisting without realising. Instantly the hand slipped away from Rodney's ass, gripping the moving hip and holding it firmly in place. With both hands pressing down, Rodney found he couldn't do much more than wiggle, earning him nothing more than another lick along his stomach. John looked up, meeting Rodney's eyes and there was something there, glinting in them that made Rodney's mouth go dry and his brain stutter to a stop.
Apparently deciding that hands were not enough, John shifted forward, straddling Rodney. He stared up at John, for the first time able to take in the toned chest, dog tags shining whenever they hit the pale light, the wisps of dark chest hair. With John like this, his hands roaming over Rodney's own bare chest it was hard to remember exactly why he was saying no to all this.
Something about John being drugged and not in his right frame of mind. John shifted slightly, hips rocking against his and Rodney froze feeling himself go almost painful hard.
“Rodney, Rodney you gotta relax,” John said, sounding more amused than he should.
“Relax? Some strange drug is making you torture me to death with all this touching and you want me to relax!?”
“The drug is nothing more than a truth serum,” John replied, his voice perfectly steady and reasonable, even as he gave one of Rodney's nipples an experimental bite, chuckling as it hardened under the touch. Rodney gave a low moan at the sensation.
“It only shows what I've tried to hide. And since they won't let us go until I prove how devoted I am... you want this don't you?” John asked, suddenly switching tracks, mouth hovering over the other nibble. Just the feel of hot breath was enough to make it harden.
“Oh God,” Rodney panted. John shook his head, dark hair masking his face and hiding his facial features.
“That's my line Rodney. Now... do you want this... or not...” he trailed off, tongue flicking out to touch the nipple for the smallest of seconds before retreating back into John's mouth. Rodney groaned at the touch, at the way he could feel John's hands on his skin. It wasn't fair of John to confuse the issue by being so... here, and willing. The fingers on John's hands twitched slightly, sending shivers of pleasure right to Rodney's brain.
“Yes, yes, I do. I want.”
He was only human after all.
John spread himself forward, his upper body resting against Rodney's chest, his face scant inches away from Rodney's. His dog tags rested on Rodney's chest, curled around themselves, a tiny pool of cool metal, amid warmth. All traces of amusement had vanished from John's face as he stared at Rodney, his eyes thoughtful.
“Good,” he whispered at last. “Because I want too. I want... I want this bad.”
Hands moved from Rodney's hips, drawing up his body to caress his face, finger tips slipping into his hair. John was staring at his lips with naked hunger, the type Rodney had seen once or twice before but never aimed at him and never with such intensity. John moved again, lowering his face and Rodney arched up as much as he could, eager to meet the kiss, to touch and press and inhale.
The kiss was all hot breath and pushy lips, John acting as if he wanted to climb inside Rodney, or at the very least as if he wanted to breath in the same air, exist in the same space. When John finally pulled away, the hunger had not lessened. If anything it had increased and after only a fraction of a second, John dipped his head again, the second kiss as intense as the first, a clash of lips and tongue, puffs of air that could have come from either of their mouths.
Oh, Rodney thought. Oh.
John's hands were on the move again as they kissed, nimble fingers reaching Rodney's pants. A slight moan was the only noise Rodney gave as he lifted his hips slightly, allowing John better access. John chuckled into the kiss, pulling the pants and then the boxers off, leaving Rodney completely naked.
Reluctantly, John pulled away from the kiss, pulling himself back and slipping his own pants off. Rodney's eyes grew wide at the lack of boxers, even as John smiled almost shyly at him and crawled back along his body.
Rodney gave low groan. This was what he wanted, naked flesh against naked flesh. His leg jerked independently of his mind, rubbing against John in a way he had only dreamed of before now. John's hands were still moving, never stopping and really out of the two, Rodney had always thought he was the impatient one, the one never able to stop.
He'd got it completely wrong. It was John who couldn't stop, who always needed to go on, forever moving even when he was standing still. All Rodney could do was let his mouth run as he tried to keep up.
An exploring hand reached Rodney's ass, fingers slipping into the crease and down. John didn't look drugged any more, his face having lost most of its dazed look, to be replaced by concentration.
“I want. Oh Rodney... I want...” John trailed off, his voice sounding too broken for Rodney's liking, finger teasing at the small entrance. Rodney felt his breath catch as a fingernail slipped in and he nodded.
“Yeah, ok,” he said breathlessly, watching the way John's face lit up, as if Rodney had handed him the means to fly - again.
John sat upright, letting a finger slide into his mouth as he covered it with saliva. Slowly he began to suck, pulling the finger out and then pushing it back in, his cheeks hollowing slightly at the effort. Rodney hadn't thought it was possible to get harder than he already was but at the sight of John lubricating his own finger, he realised he was wrong.
“John...” his voice was nothing more than a whisper and after licking his lips, Rodney tried again. “John. Let me. I... let me. Please.”
It was close to begging, closer than he had even been before in bed but it didn't feel uncomfortable or awkward. It just felt that he had to do this. That he wanted to do this.
John's eyebrow raised slightly at the request but he remained silent, pulling his finger completely free and offering it, along with another to Rodney. Without hesitation Rodney took both fingers in his mouth, sucking gently, eyes fixed on John's, watching as they became darker and more intense.
Slowly John began to thrust with his fingers, pulling them in and out. Rodney used his tongue to swirl around them, as John added a third finger, his breathing shallow.
“Can't wait any longer...” John whispered, pulling all three fingers free, moaning at the slight pop noise they made as they came out of Rodney's mouth.
John pressed one spit coated finger in the hole, Rodney grunting at the intrusion, no matter how welcome it might be. He felt tight, the finger a burning presence and he gasped as John bent it slightly, flexing the digit as he forced it in further.
“Ok?” John asked, when his finger was almost completely buried in Rodney. He nodded, not trusting himself to speak. John carefully pulled his finger out, adding the second, still damp with Rodney's spit.
The pressure was more intense than before, Rodney's muscles clenching tightly around the two fingers.
John gasped at the sensation, pushing the fingers apart as he tried to stretching Rodney, to ease the tightness inside. He twisted the fingers, grinning at the low moan Rodney gave and the way he twisted, almost ramming himself down onto the fingers as if desperate for more touch. John's fingers bent and Rodney gasped, his own fingers curling up into themselves at the pleasure he could feel.
John bent low and stole a quick kiss, fast and messy that left Rodney gasping again as the two fingers became three. They slipped in slightly more easily this time as the muscles relaxed a bit, recognizing the sure touch. John curled his fingers again, mouth catching Rodney's gasp as his fingers hit what could only be Rodney's prostate.
“Ready?” John asked as he pulled all three fingers clear. Rodney nodded, as he lifted his legs, wrapping them around John's waist.
“Sure?”
“Yes dammit!” Rodney snapped, jerking forward. John smiled, though it was lacking its normal edge as he lowered his gaze.
Rodney gave a high keening sound as he felt something large at his entrance, something impossibly large and no amount of fingers could prepare him for this, never could. John stopped part way in, as Rodney twisted and jerked slightly, breathing hard and trying to get used to the sensation of being stretched apart from the inside. When he could finally breathe at his own pace again, Rodney nodded, not trusting himself to speak.
And as John pressed in again, Rodney could feel himself surrounded by John, surrounded by the strong arms bracing the body that pressed against his, surrounded by the heat, the sensations, everything that was the man above him. Vaguely he could hear someone speaking, words tumbling over themselves in a quiet chant. It wasn't until John's hand covered his mouth that he realised it was coming from him. John was panting hard, frozen in place. Without thinking about it, Rodney's tongue darted out, licking John's palm and tasting salt.
John began to move again, words spilling out of his mouth, and Rodney could hear them, hear every word now that the silence wasn't filled with his own background noise. Even when John's hand slipped from his mouth he remained silent, lost in both the actual sensations and the almost broken mumbling coming from John.
It was all too much and with a final buckle of his hips, Rodney felt himself coming, his muscles giving one last clench. It was clearly too much for John too and he shuddered, giving a strong thrust. It was a bizarre feeling, to be emptying himself and at the same time feel... so full. So perfect inside.
Rodney could hear his own breathing now, harsh pants overlying with John's own, the frantic voice gone.
John slowly pulled himself out of Rodney, as Rodney himself let his legs uncoil from around John's waist, dropping to the bed. John's arms were shaking slightly as he put all his weight on them, using what little energy he had to move off Rodney, collapsing next to him, still breathing hard. They were sticky and dirty and on an alien planet that probably didn't know the meaning of personal hygiene, but for once, Rodney wasn't thinking about any of that.
Carefully Rodney reached out, his hand clumsily reaching for John's arm. Although he couldn't see John's face from where he lay, he could well imagine the confused stare John was probably giving him as he allowed Rodney to lift his arm. For a few moments Rodney stared at the sleek arm, at the dark hairs and the strong fingers that were only too certainly male. He could feel John tensing slightly beside him.
Rodney pressed his lips lightly against the inside of John's wrist, kissing it gently. It was soft and undemanding and something he wouldn't have dreamed of doing a day ago. Smiling softly, Rodney let the arm drop across him.
“Oh,” John said, sounding happy and tired all at once. “Oh.”
Rodney's smile grew.
::fin::
Title: Devoting
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP
Word Count: 2423
Written For: Prompt #038, Touch for stargatefic100
Notes: This is for jo_zed_pee_em, a little present. Enjoy hun! Greatful thanks to my twin, neth_dugan who was my beta. You rock!
Summary: John worships Rodney.
Devoting
Rodney arched into the touch, confident hands stroking down his side. He gasped slightly as the dark head lowed onto his chest, soft lips lavishing kisses on his stomach then moving slowly, planting kisses as he went. Without thinking about it Rodney reached out, hands brushing against the surprisingly soft hair, twisting themselves in it as John bit down gently on his hip before his tongue flicked out, soothing the mark.
This was so not what he was expecting when he heard the words 'God', 'Ritual' and 'Trust'. He wasn't sure exactly what he had been expecting but a drugged Colonel Sheppard and sex had not even appeared on the list.
Yet here they were, on a bed in some alien world with John bestowing his devotions. Rodney bit back a gasp as John's hands dropped lower, sweeping past his side and caressing his ass. It felt so good, so right.
When the natives had started to speak about the ritual, eyes fixed on Rodney, he had felt a little worried. These kind of things never ended well - in fact they tended to end with shouting and running and more often than not too much blood.
They had promised that the ritual was completely voluntary - but if they wanted to trade then it would have to be preformed. Rodney had snorted at that - voluntary indeed! The the natives had informed them that it would be done with the help of Rodney and Colonel Sheppard. All they had to do was prove to them that the leader of the team was devoted to Rodney. Something about trust and showing that John cared for his team.
Exactly why they had picked Rodney was something of a mystery. Not that Rodney was complaining right now, not when John started to suck on his hip bone, one hand moving away from his ass to play with Rodney's other hip, tracing patterns into his skin.
“John...” Rodney whispered, because yeah, this was hot and felt so right, but it was wrong. Wrong because John was drugged and he shouldn't be taking advantage like this - well, he shouldn't be letting John take advantage of Rodney taking advantage of John being drugged.
“Rodney,” John whispered back, lifting his head just enough so his mouth was hovering over skin that was slowly turning a pale shade of red. It took all of Rodney's self-control not to whimper at the loss of suction and the feel of cool air on the spot. “Rodney,” John whispered again, his voice low and husky.
“John, you've been drugged, you shouldn't be doing this. You should be listing my talents, my skills...”
“I know what I'm doing. They said the drug would show my true devotion remember?” John answered, his voice still low and husky, the type of voice Rodney was more used to hearing on late night porn than coming from his team leader and friend.
John lowered his mouth again, licking a pathway along the hip bone, causing Rodney to arch up again, twisting without realising. Instantly the hand slipped away from Rodney's ass, gripping the moving hip and holding it firmly in place. With both hands pressing down, Rodney found he couldn't do much more than wiggle, earning him nothing more than another lick along his stomach. John looked up, meeting Rodney's eyes and there was something there, glinting in them that made Rodney's mouth go dry and his brain stutter to a stop.
Apparently deciding that hands were not enough, John shifted forward, straddling Rodney. He stared up at John, for the first time able to take in the toned chest, dog tags shining whenever they hit the pale light, the wisps of dark chest hair. With John like this, his hands roaming over Rodney's own bare chest it was hard to remember exactly why he was saying no to all this.
Something about John being drugged and not in his right frame of mind. John shifted slightly, hips rocking against his and Rodney froze feeling himself go almost painful hard.
“Rodney, Rodney you gotta relax,” John said, sounding more amused than he should.
“Relax? Some strange drug is making you torture me to death with all this touching and you want me to relax!?”
“The drug is nothing more than a truth serum,” John replied, his voice perfectly steady and reasonable, even as he gave one of Rodney's nipples an experimental bite, chuckling as it hardened under the touch. Rodney gave a low moan at the sensation.
“It only shows what I've tried to hide. And since they won't let us go until I prove how devoted I am... you want this don't you?” John asked, suddenly switching tracks, mouth hovering over the other nibble. Just the feel of hot breath was enough to make it harden.
“Oh God,” Rodney panted. John shook his head, dark hair masking his face and hiding his facial features.
“That's my line Rodney. Now... do you want this... or not...” he trailed off, tongue flicking out to touch the nipple for the smallest of seconds before retreating back into John's mouth. Rodney groaned at the touch, at the way he could feel John's hands on his skin. It wasn't fair of John to confuse the issue by being so... here, and willing. The fingers on John's hands twitched slightly, sending shivers of pleasure right to Rodney's brain.
“Yes, yes, I do. I want.”
He was only human after all.
John spread himself forward, his upper body resting against Rodney's chest, his face scant inches away from Rodney's. His dog tags rested on Rodney's chest, curled around themselves, a tiny pool of cool metal, amid warmth. All traces of amusement had vanished from John's face as he stared at Rodney, his eyes thoughtful.
“Good,” he whispered at last. “Because I want too. I want... I want this bad.”
Hands moved from Rodney's hips, drawing up his body to caress his face, finger tips slipping into his hair. John was staring at his lips with naked hunger, the type Rodney had seen once or twice before but never aimed at him and never with such intensity. John moved again, lowering his face and Rodney arched up as much as he could, eager to meet the kiss, to touch and press and inhale.
The kiss was all hot breath and pushy lips, John acting as if he wanted to climb inside Rodney, or at the very least as if he wanted to breath in the same air, exist in the same space. When John finally pulled away, the hunger had not lessened. If anything it had increased and after only a fraction of a second, John dipped his head again, the second kiss as intense as the first, a clash of lips and tongue, puffs of air that could have come from either of their mouths.
Oh, Rodney thought. Oh.
John's hands were on the move again as they kissed, nimble fingers reaching Rodney's pants. A slight moan was the only noise Rodney gave as he lifted his hips slightly, allowing John better access. John chuckled into the kiss, pulling the pants and then the boxers off, leaving Rodney completely naked.
Reluctantly, John pulled away from the kiss, pulling himself back and slipping his own pants off. Rodney's eyes grew wide at the lack of boxers, even as John smiled almost shyly at him and crawled back along his body.
Rodney gave low groan. This was what he wanted, naked flesh against naked flesh. His leg jerked independently of his mind, rubbing against John in a way he had only dreamed of before now. John's hands were still moving, never stopping and really out of the two, Rodney had always thought he was the impatient one, the one never able to stop.
He'd got it completely wrong. It was John who couldn't stop, who always needed to go on, forever moving even when he was standing still. All Rodney could do was let his mouth run as he tried to keep up.
An exploring hand reached Rodney's ass, fingers slipping into the crease and down. John didn't look drugged any more, his face having lost most of its dazed look, to be replaced by concentration.
“I want. Oh Rodney... I want...” John trailed off, his voice sounding too broken for Rodney's liking, finger teasing at the small entrance. Rodney felt his breath catch as a fingernail slipped in and he nodded.
“Yeah, ok,” he said breathlessly, watching the way John's face lit up, as if Rodney had handed him the means to fly - again.
John sat upright, letting a finger slide into his mouth as he covered it with saliva. Slowly he began to suck, pulling the finger out and then pushing it back in, his cheeks hollowing slightly at the effort. Rodney hadn't thought it was possible to get harder than he already was but at the sight of John lubricating his own finger, he realised he was wrong.
“John...” his voice was nothing more than a whisper and after licking his lips, Rodney tried again. “John. Let me. I... let me. Please.”
It was close to begging, closer than he had even been before in bed but it didn't feel uncomfortable or awkward. It just felt that he had to do this. That he wanted to do this.
John's eyebrow raised slightly at the request but he remained silent, pulling his finger completely free and offering it, along with another to Rodney. Without hesitation Rodney took both fingers in his mouth, sucking gently, eyes fixed on John's, watching as they became darker and more intense.
Slowly John began to thrust with his fingers, pulling them in and out. Rodney used his tongue to swirl around them, as John added a third finger, his breathing shallow.
“Can't wait any longer...” John whispered, pulling all three fingers free, moaning at the slight pop noise they made as they came out of Rodney's mouth.
John pressed one spit coated finger in the hole, Rodney grunting at the intrusion, no matter how welcome it might be. He felt tight, the finger a burning presence and he gasped as John bent it slightly, flexing the digit as he forced it in further.
“Ok?” John asked, when his finger was almost completely buried in Rodney. He nodded, not trusting himself to speak. John carefully pulled his finger out, adding the second, still damp with Rodney's spit.
The pressure was more intense than before, Rodney's muscles clenching tightly around the two fingers.
John gasped at the sensation, pushing the fingers apart as he tried to stretching Rodney, to ease the tightness inside. He twisted the fingers, grinning at the low moan Rodney gave and the way he twisted, almost ramming himself down onto the fingers as if desperate for more touch. John's fingers bent and Rodney gasped, his own fingers curling up into themselves at the pleasure he could feel.
John bent low and stole a quick kiss, fast and messy that left Rodney gasping again as the two fingers became three. They slipped in slightly more easily this time as the muscles relaxed a bit, recognizing the sure touch. John curled his fingers again, mouth catching Rodney's gasp as his fingers hit what could only be Rodney's prostate.
“Ready?” John asked as he pulled all three fingers clear. Rodney nodded, as he lifted his legs, wrapping them around John's waist.
“Sure?”
“Yes dammit!” Rodney snapped, jerking forward. John smiled, though it was lacking its normal edge as he lowered his gaze.
Rodney gave a high keening sound as he felt something large at his entrance, something impossibly large and no amount of fingers could prepare him for this, never could. John stopped part way in, as Rodney twisted and jerked slightly, breathing hard and trying to get used to the sensation of being stretched apart from the inside. When he could finally breathe at his own pace again, Rodney nodded, not trusting himself to speak.
And as John pressed in again, Rodney could feel himself surrounded by John, surrounded by the strong arms bracing the body that pressed against his, surrounded by the heat, the sensations, everything that was the man above him. Vaguely he could hear someone speaking, words tumbling over themselves in a quiet chant. It wasn't until John's hand covered his mouth that he realised it was coming from him. John was panting hard, frozen in place. Without thinking about it, Rodney's tongue darted out, licking John's palm and tasting salt.
John began to move again, words spilling out of his mouth, and Rodney could hear them, hear every word now that the silence wasn't filled with his own background noise. Even when John's hand slipped from his mouth he remained silent, lost in both the actual sensations and the almost broken mumbling coming from John.
It was all too much and with a final buckle of his hips, Rodney felt himself coming, his muscles giving one last clench. It was clearly too much for John too and he shuddered, giving a strong thrust. It was a bizarre feeling, to be emptying himself and at the same time feel... so full. So perfect inside.
Rodney could hear his own breathing now, harsh pants overlying with John's own, the frantic voice gone.
John slowly pulled himself out of Rodney, as Rodney himself let his legs uncoil from around John's waist, dropping to the bed. John's arms were shaking slightly as he put all his weight on them, using what little energy he had to move off Rodney, collapsing next to him, still breathing hard. They were sticky and dirty and on an alien planet that probably didn't know the meaning of personal hygiene, but for once, Rodney wasn't thinking about any of that.
Carefully Rodney reached out, his hand clumsily reaching for John's arm. Although he couldn't see John's face from where he lay, he could well imagine the confused stare John was probably giving him as he allowed Rodney to lift his arm. For a few moments Rodney stared at the sleek arm, at the dark hairs and the strong fingers that were only too certainly male. He could feel John tensing slightly beside him.
Rodney pressed his lips lightly against the inside of John's wrist, kissing it gently. It was soft and undemanding and something he wouldn't have dreamed of doing a day ago. Smiling softly, Rodney let the arm drop across him.
“Oh,” John said, sounding happy and tired all at once. “Oh.”
Rodney's smile grew.
::fin::