Fic: Payback (SGA, John/Rodney NC-17) 1/1
Happy Birthday, my darling chopchica!
I know I'm a little early, still, but I couldn't wait any longer. I was planning this story from the moment I found out about your birthday. I hope you like it.
Title: Payback
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Summary: Rodney gets a little of his own back after the events in Reparations. Featuring accidental bondage. You don't need to read Reparations for this one, but it would make me happy if you do. *g* 2000 words.
The best thing about their heroic defeat of the hive ship (well, besides rescuing Rodney, Ronon, and Earth all in one blow) was the fact that they'd come home with a Wraith cruiser. Okay, it wasn't quite as cool as the Orion, but he and Rodney were still having plenty of fun investigating all the workings of the alien spaceship on their down time. Well, his down time. Rodney was still doing work, of course.
Tonight they were focusing on a room just off the bridge. Rodney thought it was some kind of astral-charting chamber; John was convinced it was a party lounge for the queen. It had these funky half-standing space couches circling the back of the room, and something that looked suspiciously like a bar on the opposite side. (He was avoiding thinking about what might be stocked in a Wraith bar. Zelenka could figure that one out.)
There was even a...thing suspended from the low ceiling right where a disco ball should go. John knew that Rodney's idea of an observation deck made more sense, especially given that the front half of the ceiling was a clear bubble-but he'd also seen the way the Wraith dressed. Grabbing the step stool and a screwdriver, John set out to make a case for his theory. He didn't think he was out of the running yet.
"Don't touch that!"
John looked down, about to bark back that Rodney wasn't playing fair, when something snared his wrists. He yanked against whatever it was and immediately lost his footing. The screwdriver clattered to the ground as he struggled to support himself, feet dangling in mid-air. Fortunately Rodney was right there, supporting hand on John's ass while he shoved the stool back under John's feet.
"Fuck." Panting from the rush of adrenaline, John stared up at his arms. Some kind of organic, gooey, Wraith-rope was wrapped tightly around his wrists. He tugged against it-carefully, this time-but it was a lot stronger than he was.
"I told you not to touch it."
"Yes, Rodney, thank you very much. Maybe you could warn me before I actually set off the trap next time?"
"It's not a trap."
"Excuse me?" John shook his arms pointedly, but Rodney simply let go of his ass and moved away to grab his tablet. "Feeling a little trapped here."
"Well, yes." Rodney tapped his fingers against the screen of his tablet. "It's doing what it's supposed to do. I just meant that it's not a trap for the unsuspecting."
"I knew those Wraith were kinky bastards." John rolled his hands, trying to relieve the itch that was setting in under the worst of the goo. Rodney ignored him, still staring at his tablet as he moved towards the exit. "Hey, where are you going?"
Rodney fiddled with the connections in the slime-covered access panel. The doors slammed shut. John got a sinking feeling as Rodney returned, set the tablet aside, and looked up with a very pleased grin.
"How are your hands? No problems with circulation, anything like that?"
John glared. He was doing okay for the moment-he actually had plenty of slack thanks to the height of the step stool, and working out with Teyla had its benefits-but that didn't mean he was ready to stay there all day. "Rodney," he warned.
"Hmm?"
John tried to wriggle away as Rodney reached for his waist, but he only had so far he could go.
"Hold still."
"Rodney, we are not doing this."
"Oh, I think we are." Rodney got his hand between John's legs, cupping John's balls. The heat of his hand bled through the cloth like it wasn't there, and John couldn't stop himself from spreading his thighs wider. "Payback is definitely in order."
"Payback?" John tried to ignore Rodney's thumb stroking perfectly over his sac. "I let you play with the rope."
"Yes, you did." The heat in Rodney's eyes burned a flush up John's chest. Bringing up that particular memory was a misstep; John was rubbing himself against Rodney's hand before he realized it. "But that's not the same, is it?"
John licked his lips, slowly shaking his head. This was completely different than the carefully-constructed scenario they'd played out in his bedroom. This wasn't safe, this wasn't under his control-and it was just what he had done to Rodney back on the kids' planet.
It was also really, really hot.
He thrust his hips forward, hoping Rodney would get the picture and move his hand farther up. Instead, Rodney stepped back, grinning like he'd just been handed a ZPM. John loved that grin, but he didn't see why Rodney couldn't grin and feel him up at the same time.
"I wish I could kiss you," Rodney said, grin changing to a wistful smile as he stared up at John. John's stomach did a stupid little flop. Then Rodney reached for John's pants.
John closed his eyes. Rodney's knuckles caressed his cock with every button, just enough sensation to bring John to full hardness. Rodney left John's belt buckled and reached inside John's fly. It was the best kind of torture as Rodney fumbled around, trying to draw John's cock through his boxers and pants.
The air was cold when he finally succeeded. John moaned and wriggled his hips, seeking Rodney's heat.
Rodney's hand crept back into John's pants, reaching lower. Ever so gently, he worked John's balls out into the open air. It felt kind of weird; the seam of his pants held them up high, tugging them away from his body. Weird in a good way, though.
"God, that's so hot."
John opened his eyes. He was about to complain at the lack of action when he saw how Rodney was staring at him. Hungry, yes, but also shocked, like he'd done something he hadn't expected.
John looked down at himself. He was fully dressed-T-shirt, uniform pants, belt and holster and gun, everything but his tac vest and P90-and his cock and balls were sticking out for the whole world to see. Every little puff of air made his cock twitch and bounce impatiently, red and wet. He flexed his wrists against the bindings, reminding himself that other parts of his body still existed.
Rodney bent forward. John clutched the ropes, shoving his hips out and up, towards Rodney's mouth-and hot breath gusted over his cock.
"Oh, fuck." The step stool wobbled under his feet, warning him not to move any farther forward. Every muscle tensed, John waited for Rodney's mouth.
And waited. "Oh, come on, Rodney, please."
John could barely see Rodney's eyes under his eyelashes as they flicked up to John's face. The bastard pulled back, grinning.
"You know, I just remembered I was in the middle of a very important program." Rodney kissed the tip of John's cock, and then he walked away. Fucking walked away and picked up his tablet. Picked it up and started doing stuff.
"McKay. If you don't get over here now, things are going to start falling off my body."
Rodney hummed and nodded absently, continuing to tap-tap-tap away at the screen.
"I'm not talking about my dick, Rodney."
Rodney's head shot up, glancing at the ceiling as if he'd just remembered that particular problem. "A few seconds more, I promise."
John's hands were only now starting to get the slightest bit tingly, but Rodney didn't need to know that. "That had better not mean minutes..."
Rodney set his tablet down, marched over to him, and grabbed John's hips in his hands.
"Oh, fuck!" John nearly slipped off of the stool as Rodney took him deep. The heat of Rodney's mouth was overpowering after the coolness of the air, so wet and slick that sweat broke out all over his body in an instant. Rodney sucked as he eased back all the way to the head, kept the suction so tight that it was almost a relief when he pulled off with a pop.
John sagged against the restraints, catching his breath, but relief didn't last long. The air on his wet cock was torture. Goose bumps broke out under the sweat pooled on his back. "Please, Rodney," he begged, desperate to be back in Rodney's mouth. "Please."
"Like this?" Rodney finally, finally, wrapped his hand around the base of John's cock and took the rest in his mouth. John whimpered, unable to stop his hips from making a couple short thrusts. Rodney took it easily, looking up at John with a smile in his eyes as John fucked his mouth over and over.
John lost it. He came, his entire body shaking with the strength of it. He never looked away from Rodney's eyes, even when his ability to focus took a vacation. Rodney sucked him through every throb and shudder, finally closing his eyes as John started to calm down. Releasing John's gaze as he released his cock.
Rodney stepped away. John whimpered a protest even he couldn't interpret. His hands were numb, a muscle in his ass was quivering like a high-strung race horse, and he really, really wanted Rodney.
"This should do it," Rodney said, and that was all the warning John got before the ropes let go and he dropped towards the floor. Rodney wasn't fast enough this time, and John's reactions were shit, so they wound up in an awkward tumble on the floor.
"Okay, not the best plan," Rodney said right before John slung an arm around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. John couldn't get quite coordinated, and Rodney kissed fast, hard and desperate. It was messy and completely wonderful.
Breathing hard, John let his head thunk to the floor. "Give me a minute," he told Rodney as he flopped his hands around. "I won't be much use to you just yet."
"You, ah, you don't really need your hands, you know."
John swallowed hard and then licked his lips in anticipation. He nodded, and Rodney knelt up, fingers already flying over the front of his pants. Rodney straddled John's chest, cock rising hard and ready. John grabbed Rodney's hips, the clumsiness of his fingers forgotten, and practically shoved Rodney's cock into his mouth.
The angle was horrible-John couldn't take nearly as much as he wanted-but Rodney didn't seem to mind. It was fast and rough, both of them grunting and moaning, Rodney cursing and trying to shout John's name. Rodney came with a tiny little whimper that turned into a breathy groan as John swallowed everything.
"Oh, holy fuck." Finally, Rodney pulled out, panting hard. He somehow managed to get himself lying down beside John without bruising either of them with his exhausted clumsiness. "Wow. That was-I mean, wow."
"Oh, yeah," John agreed. He felt used and abused in the very best way, completely blissed out because of Rodney's brilliantly dirty mind. He reached for Rodney's hand, snickering as he realized they were both lying there with their dicks hanging out of their pants. "You have the best ideas."
"I really do." Rodney squeezed his hand, and John swore that the smugness radiating off Rodney was eclipsing the starlight above them. "And to think you didn't want to do it."
John shrugged, then decided he'd be a hell of a lot more comfortable with his balls back where they belonged. He rearranged himself, thinking about how hot Rodney'd made him and what he could do to return the favor.
"Well, you know what they say, McKay." John grinned as the lightbulb blazed on. "Payback is a bitch."
I know I'm a little early, still, but I couldn't wait any longer. I was planning this story from the moment I found out about your birthday. I hope you like it.
Title: Payback
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Summary: Rodney gets a little of his own back after the events in Reparations. Featuring accidental bondage. You don't need to read Reparations for this one, but it would make me happy if you do. *g* 2000 words.
The best thing about their heroic defeat of the hive ship (well, besides rescuing Rodney, Ronon, and Earth all in one blow) was the fact that they'd come home with a Wraith cruiser. Okay, it wasn't quite as cool as the Orion, but he and Rodney were still having plenty of fun investigating all the workings of the alien spaceship on their down time. Well, his down time. Rodney was still doing work, of course.
Tonight they were focusing on a room just off the bridge. Rodney thought it was some kind of astral-charting chamber; John was convinced it was a party lounge for the queen. It had these funky half-standing space couches circling the back of the room, and something that looked suspiciously like a bar on the opposite side. (He was avoiding thinking about what might be stocked in a Wraith bar. Zelenka could figure that one out.)
There was even a...thing suspended from the low ceiling right where a disco ball should go. John knew that Rodney's idea of an observation deck made more sense, especially given that the front half of the ceiling was a clear bubble-but he'd also seen the way the Wraith dressed. Grabbing the step stool and a screwdriver, John set out to make a case for his theory. He didn't think he was out of the running yet.
"Don't touch that!"
John looked down, about to bark back that Rodney wasn't playing fair, when something snared his wrists. He yanked against whatever it was and immediately lost his footing. The screwdriver clattered to the ground as he struggled to support himself, feet dangling in mid-air. Fortunately Rodney was right there, supporting hand on John's ass while he shoved the stool back under John's feet.
"Fuck." Panting from the rush of adrenaline, John stared up at his arms. Some kind of organic, gooey, Wraith-rope was wrapped tightly around his wrists. He tugged against it-carefully, this time-but it was a lot stronger than he was.
"I told you not to touch it."
"Yes, Rodney, thank you very much. Maybe you could warn me before I actually set off the trap next time?"
"It's not a trap."
"Excuse me?" John shook his arms pointedly, but Rodney simply let go of his ass and moved away to grab his tablet. "Feeling a little trapped here."
"Well, yes." Rodney tapped his fingers against the screen of his tablet. "It's doing what it's supposed to do. I just meant that it's not a trap for the unsuspecting."
"I knew those Wraith were kinky bastards." John rolled his hands, trying to relieve the itch that was setting in under the worst of the goo. Rodney ignored him, still staring at his tablet as he moved towards the exit. "Hey, where are you going?"
Rodney fiddled with the connections in the slime-covered access panel. The doors slammed shut. John got a sinking feeling as Rodney returned, set the tablet aside, and looked up with a very pleased grin.
"How are your hands? No problems with circulation, anything like that?"
John glared. He was doing okay for the moment-he actually had plenty of slack thanks to the height of the step stool, and working out with Teyla had its benefits-but that didn't mean he was ready to stay there all day. "Rodney," he warned.
"Hmm?"
John tried to wriggle away as Rodney reached for his waist, but he only had so far he could go.
"Hold still."
"Rodney, we are not doing this."
"Oh, I think we are." Rodney got his hand between John's legs, cupping John's balls. The heat of his hand bled through the cloth like it wasn't there, and John couldn't stop himself from spreading his thighs wider. "Payback is definitely in order."
"Payback?" John tried to ignore Rodney's thumb stroking perfectly over his sac. "I let you play with the rope."
"Yes, you did." The heat in Rodney's eyes burned a flush up John's chest. Bringing up that particular memory was a misstep; John was rubbing himself against Rodney's hand before he realized it. "But that's not the same, is it?"
John licked his lips, slowly shaking his head. This was completely different than the carefully-constructed scenario they'd played out in his bedroom. This wasn't safe, this wasn't under his control-and it was just what he had done to Rodney back on the kids' planet.
It was also really, really hot.
He thrust his hips forward, hoping Rodney would get the picture and move his hand farther up. Instead, Rodney stepped back, grinning like he'd just been handed a ZPM. John loved that grin, but he didn't see why Rodney couldn't grin and feel him up at the same time.
"I wish I could kiss you," Rodney said, grin changing to a wistful smile as he stared up at John. John's stomach did a stupid little flop. Then Rodney reached for John's pants.
John closed his eyes. Rodney's knuckles caressed his cock with every button, just enough sensation to bring John to full hardness. Rodney left John's belt buckled and reached inside John's fly. It was the best kind of torture as Rodney fumbled around, trying to draw John's cock through his boxers and pants.
The air was cold when he finally succeeded. John moaned and wriggled his hips, seeking Rodney's heat.
Rodney's hand crept back into John's pants, reaching lower. Ever so gently, he worked John's balls out into the open air. It felt kind of weird; the seam of his pants held them up high, tugging them away from his body. Weird in a good way, though.
"God, that's so hot."
John opened his eyes. He was about to complain at the lack of action when he saw how Rodney was staring at him. Hungry, yes, but also shocked, like he'd done something he hadn't expected.
John looked down at himself. He was fully dressed-T-shirt, uniform pants, belt and holster and gun, everything but his tac vest and P90-and his cock and balls were sticking out for the whole world to see. Every little puff of air made his cock twitch and bounce impatiently, red and wet. He flexed his wrists against the bindings, reminding himself that other parts of his body still existed.
Rodney bent forward. John clutched the ropes, shoving his hips out and up, towards Rodney's mouth-and hot breath gusted over his cock.
"Oh, fuck." The step stool wobbled under his feet, warning him not to move any farther forward. Every muscle tensed, John waited for Rodney's mouth.
And waited. "Oh, come on, Rodney, please."
John could barely see Rodney's eyes under his eyelashes as they flicked up to John's face. The bastard pulled back, grinning.
"You know, I just remembered I was in the middle of a very important program." Rodney kissed the tip of John's cock, and then he walked away. Fucking walked away and picked up his tablet. Picked it up and started doing stuff.
"McKay. If you don't get over here now, things are going to start falling off my body."
Rodney hummed and nodded absently, continuing to tap-tap-tap away at the screen.
"I'm not talking about my dick, Rodney."
Rodney's head shot up, glancing at the ceiling as if he'd just remembered that particular problem. "A few seconds more, I promise."
John's hands were only now starting to get the slightest bit tingly, but Rodney didn't need to know that. "That had better not mean minutes..."
Rodney set his tablet down, marched over to him, and grabbed John's hips in his hands.
"Oh, fuck!" John nearly slipped off of the stool as Rodney took him deep. The heat of Rodney's mouth was overpowering after the coolness of the air, so wet and slick that sweat broke out all over his body in an instant. Rodney sucked as he eased back all the way to the head, kept the suction so tight that it was almost a relief when he pulled off with a pop.
John sagged against the restraints, catching his breath, but relief didn't last long. The air on his wet cock was torture. Goose bumps broke out under the sweat pooled on his back. "Please, Rodney," he begged, desperate to be back in Rodney's mouth. "Please."
"Like this?" Rodney finally, finally, wrapped his hand around the base of John's cock and took the rest in his mouth. John whimpered, unable to stop his hips from making a couple short thrusts. Rodney took it easily, looking up at John with a smile in his eyes as John fucked his mouth over and over.
John lost it. He came, his entire body shaking with the strength of it. He never looked away from Rodney's eyes, even when his ability to focus took a vacation. Rodney sucked him through every throb and shudder, finally closing his eyes as John started to calm down. Releasing John's gaze as he released his cock.
Rodney stepped away. John whimpered a protest even he couldn't interpret. His hands were numb, a muscle in his ass was quivering like a high-strung race horse, and he really, really wanted Rodney.
"This should do it," Rodney said, and that was all the warning John got before the ropes let go and he dropped towards the floor. Rodney wasn't fast enough this time, and John's reactions were shit, so they wound up in an awkward tumble on the floor.
"Okay, not the best plan," Rodney said right before John slung an arm around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. John couldn't get quite coordinated, and Rodney kissed fast, hard and desperate. It was messy and completely wonderful.
Breathing hard, John let his head thunk to the floor. "Give me a minute," he told Rodney as he flopped his hands around. "I won't be much use to you just yet."
"You, ah, you don't really need your hands, you know."
John swallowed hard and then licked his lips in anticipation. He nodded, and Rodney knelt up, fingers already flying over the front of his pants. Rodney straddled John's chest, cock rising hard and ready. John grabbed Rodney's hips, the clumsiness of his fingers forgotten, and practically shoved Rodney's cock into his mouth.
The angle was horrible-John couldn't take nearly as much as he wanted-but Rodney didn't seem to mind. It was fast and rough, both of them grunting and moaning, Rodney cursing and trying to shout John's name. Rodney came with a tiny little whimper that turned into a breathy groan as John swallowed everything.
"Oh, holy fuck." Finally, Rodney pulled out, panting hard. He somehow managed to get himself lying down beside John without bruising either of them with his exhausted clumsiness. "Wow. That was-I mean, wow."
"Oh, yeah," John agreed. He felt used and abused in the very best way, completely blissed out because of Rodney's brilliantly dirty mind. He reached for Rodney's hand, snickering as he realized they were both lying there with their dicks hanging out of their pants. "You have the best ideas."
"I really do." Rodney squeezed his hand, and John swore that the smugness radiating off Rodney was eclipsing the starlight above them. "And to think you didn't want to do it."
John shrugged, then decided he'd be a hell of a lot more comfortable with his balls back where they belonged. He rearranged himself, thinking about how hot Rodney'd made him and what he could do to return the favor.
"Well, you know what they say, McKay." John grinned as the lightbulb blazed on. "Payback is a bitch."