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Rating: NC-17 Spoilers: vauge season 2 Word Count: approx. 4270 Beta: karera_squid N.B.: For the pic_fic July pic challenge. The pic in question can be seen here.
It irked John, but there was nothing he could do about it, so he looked away, bending to examine the tuber crop his team was supposed to be trading for. He wasn’t above a little jealous cock-blocking when he felt Rodney was giving or getting a little too much attention, but there was no way he was doing that with Joraan. The guy could crush his head like a melon with just a flex of his arm. Judging by the size of his biceps, he could probably even crush Ronon’s head. Rodney could fend for himself this once, and John...
John mostly ignored Rodney in favour of repositioning the two pallets in the room so that his was between Rodney’s and the door. “That one’s yours, McKay,” he said, pointing. “Fine, whatever. Now that you’re done rearranging the furniture, are you going to answer my question?” Straightening up with a little huffing sigh, John placed his hands on his hips and returned Rodney’s glare. “What the hell was what all about?” “That, that tantrum over the sleeping arrangements!” “Nobody on the team sleeps alone off-world if I can help it. You know that, McKay.” He didn’t add that he doubted Rodney would have been sleeping alone. Joraan had probably arranged for Rodney to have a room to himself so he could proposition him in private. “Yes, and I’m always grateful not to be left on my own with whoever the most recent Pegasus whack-jobs we’re dealing with are, but you could have been more polite about it. Joraan was trying to show us respect by putting you and me in private rooms.” “I’m sorry, are you lecturing me about being polite?” “Ha, ha. I have practically been the stereotypical Canadian all day. You, on the other hand, have been acting like a snotty teenager. One that Teyla looked like she wanted to spank, by the way.” “The only reason you’ve been behaving yourself all day is because you’ve had your own personal groupie following you around, fawning over you.” “Oh, please. Joraan is a helpful young man and an alien engineer who actually values my knowledge and experience. He’s not my groupie.” Rodney formed quotation marks with his fingers around the last word, distain dripping from his voice. “I know groupies when I see them, McKay. The only reason he’s not naked in your bed, breathlessly offering to do anything for you is because you’re sharing a room with me now.” John had a moment to feel a sense of foreboding before Rodney scrunched his face up and said, “Wait, wait. Back up a second. Did you insist on us sharing a room to keep me from getting laid?” Panic shot through him, and he tried to put on his best innocent expression. “Would I do that? Besides, standard operating procedure, remember, Rodney?” “Hah! You did!” “What?” “You’re trying to look innocent instead of getting madder and you called me Rodney. You’ve been calling me McKay all day. You totally threw that fit to keep me from getting my fair share of alien tail.” “Alien tail? Can you be any more crass, Rodney? And even if I did, I only saved you from an embarrassing situation.” “Embarrassing situation? How do you figure that, Colonel?” John flailed a little and made a face. “Well, gee, Rodney, forgive me for thinking that finding a naked guy in your bed when you don’t even like men might be a little embarrassing.” “Who said I don’t like men?” “What?” John did not squeak. USAF lieutenant colonels do not squeak. Ever. “You, Rodney! All you ever talk about are women.” “Yeah, with you.” “You talk about guys with other people?” “Well, no, not really. I don’t actually find that many men attractive,” he waved one finger in John’s face imperiously, “which is not to say that I never find men attractive.” “Are you seriously going to tell me you find He-Man out there attractive?” “Well,” Rodney squirmed a bit under his gaze, “I admit he’s not my usual type, but he’s not completely hideous, he seems to genuinely like and respect me, and he’s moderately intelligent. I could do a lot worse for what’s basically a one night stand. I mean, sex. Actual sex with another person. After two years in a galaxy that seems determined to kill me, you think I’m going to turn that down?” John grimaced a little and bobbled his head a bit. “Well, when you put it that way...” “See!”
“I genuinely like and respect you, Rodney.” “Yes, but you don’t want to have sex with me.” Rodney paused, and John wished the floor would open up under his feet and swallow him. “Do you?” “Um...” “Oh my god. You do! That’s what this has been all about? You’re jealous?” “What, no, Rodney. Why would I be jealous? I don’t want a one night stand with you.” Dear lord, could he not shut up? “That’s not what I meant, and you know it. Of course you don’t want a one night stand with me. You want me.” Rodney’s egotism would have been enough to break John out of the daze he was in, but he discovered that Rodney had backed him against the wall without his realising it. The other man was leaning into his space, all heat and heady scent, and John wasn’t sure how much willpower he had left. “Rodney, we can’t.” “Of course we can. We just can’t let anyone know.” Wide mouth slanted down and blue eyes boring into him, Rodney raised one hand to trail from his jaw to the base of his neck. “Please, John, we’re not going to get a better time than this.” John wasn’t sure if it was the touch or Rodney finally using his given name that broke down the last of his resistance, his common sense, but all he could do in response was hiss, “Yes,” and reach for Rodney himself. “Ow, fuck.” “What’s wrong?” Rodney had moved back, and John was already missing his body heat. “You’re still wearing your damn P-90, that’s what’s wrong.” “Oh. Maybe I should take it off.” “You think? Get rid of the vest, too.” Rodney took another step away, making demanding gestures at the weapon and tac vest. John wasted no time in ridding himself of them, unclipping the P-90 from its harness and setting it safely off to the side and then doing the same with his vest. He was just about to pull off his shirt as well when he felt Rodney’s hands sliding over his own. “Here, let me.” Letting his hands fall away, John shivered as Rodney slid his fingers under the hem of his t-shirt, brushing them against bare skin. He remained pliant while Rodney pulled it up over his head and tossed it on top of his vest and weapon. Rodney’s hands came back to John’s sides, then, fluttering touches along them as if afraid to apply too much pressure. “Rodney,” John arched up into the touch, seeking more, “I’m not going to break.” Blue eyes lifted to gaze into his own, shining with some emotion John couldn’t quite name. “I might.” Oh. Oh. John sucked in a breath. Reaching out and cupping the back of Rodney’s head in his hand, he pulled the other man in for a kiss. John had long been of the opinion that Rodney’s mouth was made for kissing – well, sex in general, actually – and he wasn’t disappointed now. The kiss began closed mouthed, almost chaste, but Rodney quickly took control of it, nipping and suckling at John’s lips until John was hot and panting into Rodney’s mouth. When Rodney pulled back to stare at John in wonderment, flushed and breathing hard, John slid his hand down and forward enough to tilt Rodney’s chin up. He nuzzled at Rodney’s neck then moved to kissing his way up towards his ear, keeping each touch light and teasing. Reaching Rodney’s ear, John nipped lightly at the lobe and whispered, “I want to mark you.” Rodney clutched at his back, finally giving John the pressure he wanted, and he took it as a sign to continue. “I want to suck and worry at your skin until there’s a physical sign to Joraan that you’re not available. That you’re mine.” “Oh, fuck, John.” Rodney startled him by shoving him back up against the wall, scrabbling to get his own vest and shirt off, and then pressing his bared chest up against John’s, pinning him there. “Do you have any idea how badly I’ve wanted to do the same damn thing to you? All those, those space bimbos you attract like flies... It drives me crazy.” “Jesus, Rodney, I wish we could. I wish we could mark the hell out of each other, but we can’t. You know we can’t.” John reached out to stroke the side of Rodney’s face with one hand, petting the exposed skin on his side just above his waistband with the other. “Yeah, I know.” Rodney kissed him so sweetly that John thought it would break him. When he pulled back, Rodney let his forehead rest against John’s while he pushed his fingers through the hair at the nape of John’s neck. The position forced John to look down, and he laughed a little at what he saw. “What, what’s so funny?” Rodney looked startled and a little offended. John smiled and kissed him between chuckles. “It’s nothing, really, just ... we look like something out of military-themed gay porn, Rodney. I mean, we’re naked from the waist up, but we’re still wearing our sidearms. It’s just ... surreal, I guess.” Rodney took a half step back and looked John down and up again. “Hmm, yes, I see what you mean. The, ah, thigh straps on the holster accentuate certain bits of your anatomy rather nicely.” John couldn’t help giving a tiny thrust of his hips, knowing that Rodney was looking, and eyed the bulge of Rodney’s erection himself. “Ditto, Rodney.” Rodney rolled his eyes, not bothering to suppress his grin, which made John grin in return, and then sunk to his knees. That made John’s breath catch. It jumpstarted into overdrive when Rodney began working his BDUs open, leaving his equipment belt and the straps of his holster as they were. Rodney drew John’s erect cock out through the front of his boxers and sat back on his heels, as though to admire his handiwork. “There. Now you really look like military-themed porn.” As expressive as Rodney’s face could be, John probably shouldn’t have been surprised, but Rodney was giving him a positively wicked look as he said, “It’s a good look for you. You should try for it more often.” “How’s tomorrow night sound?” Whatever he said, it was obvious that Rodney hadn’t entirely believed that this would be any more than a one night stand because his eyes went wide at that and he started stuttering. “Y-yes. I, I mean good. That’d be good. Tomorrow night would be good, excellent even.” Rodney ducked forward, almost desperately, John thought, and licked a stripe up his cock. Then John couldn’t think at all because Rodney was suckling at the head, one big hand wrapped around his shaft, the other clutching his hip. There was nothing teasing about the way Rodney went about sucking him in, his wide, wonderful mouth replacing his hand as he went down, and John was lost in a sea of hot, wet, so fucking good. He floated in the sensation forever and not nearly long enough before he came. John could feel Rodney’s mouth working around him as the other man swallowed his semen, and some small part of him managed to be awed by that, by Rodney swallowing. When Rodney let go of him, John slid bonelessly to the floor, legs folding haphazardly underneath him. He reached out and pulled Rodney in for a kiss. It started languid, but Rodney pushed it into hungrier realms. Breaking away to suck in a ragged breath, John pressed the palm of his hand against the ridge of Rodney’s erection. “Want to move over to our pallets and do something about this?” he asked. “Oh god, yes.”
“There,” Rodney said, settling on his side next to John. “Now, what did you have in mind?” “Um, I’ve got a condom here somewhere...” “What? Are you serious?” “Yeah. You’ll have to help me finish undressing and find something to use for lube...” John paused, suddenly apprehensive. “If that’s okay with you, that is.” “Of course it’s okay with me. I’m turned on, not crazy.” Rodney looked peeved, and John just had to smile. “Just checking. Wanna get my boots?” “Sure, sure.” As Rodney worked to divest him of his boots and socks, John removed his belt and holster and then started wriggling out of his BDUs and boxers. Once he had them as far down as his thighs he left them to Rodney to finish removing. Rodney rifled through the pockets and then tossed them over his shoulder once he’d found the promised condom. Condom in hand, he retrieved his vest and pulled his tub of homemade sunblock out of one of the pockets. He paused as he passed by where John had set his holster and belt. “Um, I don’t supposed you’d...?” He pointed at the holster and then waved his finger in the air. “No, Rodney, I’m not going to wear my sidearm while you fuck me.” Rodney’s face fell a little and then brightened again, and John added, “I’d rather you took yours off, too.” Sure enough, Rodney frowned and muttered, “Spoil sport.” “Rodney. Get rid of your clothes and come fuck me.” “Yes, right. Good call.” Rodney finished stripping efficiently and stretched back out next to John when he was done, setting the condom and their lube-substitute down within easy reach. John took a second to admire the glorious expanse of milky skin before him and then reached out to fondle Rodney’s flushed cock. That earned him a groan and Rodney thrusting forward into his hand. A couple more teasing strokes, and John was the one groaning as Rodney shifted to kiss him, bracing himself on one arm above John while he cupped the side of his face with the other hand. Breaking the kiss and supporting himself on both arms, Rodney pulled back slightly and said, “Turn over.” John did as he was told, brushing against Rodney as he did so. It was surprisingly hot to have another man’s body over his, restricting his movement like that, and his cock was perking up with interest again. Once he was settled on his stomach, he felt Rodney place a kiss between his shoulder blades and then move back. He turned his head to watch Rodney reach out and pick up the sunblock then disappear from his field of vision. A hand nudged his legs apart, and John could feel Rodney settle between them as he spread them. The scent of cocoa butter filled the air, a slick digit circled his opening, and John shifted to give Rodney better access. John took a deep breath and concentrated on relaxing as Rodney pushed his finger in. A brush against his prostate had him gasping in pleasure and pushing back for more. Rodney carefully and thoroughly stretched him out while John squirmed and gasped under his ministrations. Suddenly, Rodney’s fingers were gone, and after a moment, John pulled his legs up and flipped over to see what was going on. “Fuck, John, if you don’t stop that, I swear I’m going to come before my dick gets anywhere near your ass.” Rodney was flushed and breathing hard, two knuckles of his right hand digging into the base of his cock in a way that had to be painful. John let his legs splay open, displaying his own erect cock, and smirked at Rodney. “Maybe you should put the condom on and get on with it, then.” “I don’t suppose you could, ah...” Rodney removed his hand from his cock, waving it in the direction of the condom. “My hands are greasy.” “Sure.” John reached out for the condom, tearing open the packet once he had it. Sitting up, he placed a kiss to the tip of Rodney’s cock, flicking out his tongue to taste the fluid gathering there, and then rolled the condom on. John laid back, watching Rodney first stare hungrily at him and then jerk into motion, liberally applying sunblock to his condom-sheathed cock. He reached out, then, grabbing John’s legs and dragging John to him. John remained pliant, letting Rodney position him however he wanted. Rodney apparently wanted to be able to see his face, because he hooked John’s legs over his shoulders before reaching down to position his cock at John’s opening. When the push finally came, and Rodney’s cock breached his sphincter, John felt like he was being split in two. Thankfully, Rodney slowed at the first sign of tension, and John concentrated on breathing and relaxing again. Ever so slowly, Rodney slid further into him. John could see the strain of controlling himself on Rodney’s face, and the relief that spread across it once he was fully sheathed in John’s body. Rodney repositioned John’s legs so that they wrapped around his torso and leaned forward for a kiss, arms braced to either side of John. John was eager for more contact and he met Rodney half-way, tightening his legs around Rodney and clutching at his lovely, perfect biceps to hold himself up. As the kiss went on, Rodney began rolling his hips in shallow little thrusts. He was still being careful, and it wasn’t enough for John. Nipping at Rodney’s lips, John tightened his body around Rodney’s cock and growled a single command, “Rodney, move.” Goaded into action, Rodney kissed him fiercely, hard and bruising, and pulled back. John had to let go of his arms to allow him to shift back far enough to grab his hips and start a strong pistoning motion that caused John to gasp and moan every time his prostate was brushed. He still needed more so he reached down, pulling at his own cock. John’s second orgasm ripped through him with satisfying force, and he vaguely heard Rodney make a strangled noise above him just before his thrusts became an erratic staccato and his body snapped taut with his own climax. They remained entwined for several moments after, Rodney once again bracing himself over John, this time with his head hanging and his breath coming in gasps. John indulged himself by running a light touch up Rodney’s arm and tracing meaningless patterns at the point where it joined his shoulder. Eventually, Rodney pulled out of him, one hand clasping the base of his cock and condom, and flopped down next to John in a limp tangle of limbs.
“Not really.” “And by that you mean what, two or three times?” “By not, I mean never.” “Really?” Rodney was staring at him like he’d just announced he could build a ZPM out of whatever junk was lying around the labs. John liked that look a lot. “Really.” “Wow. What have you done with men?” “Handjobs, blowjobs, not much. I like my career, you know.” “But you... I mean, what... Oh, wow.” John would have laughed at Rodney’s inarticulate babble and beatific expression, but Rodney rolled on top of him and captured his lips in a fervent kiss. The expression on Rodney’s face when he pulled back did make John laugh. Rodney looked like a cat that had inadvertently stepped in water, poking distastefully at the mess he’d smeared between them with his manoeuvre. “Ugh. Please tell me they left something in here for us to wash with.” “Washstand is under the window, Rodney.” “Yes, right.” John admired the view as Rodney got up and walked to the basin of water, soaked the corner of a towel in it, and cleaned himself off, discarding the condom by dumping it in the hamper under the stand along with the dirty towel. He picked up another towel, dampening the corner of it like he had with the first, and brought it back over to clean up John with. Rodney was gentle and meticulous, and John felt his eyelids drooping as Rodney washed him. There was a soft thump of the towel landing on the floor near the stand, and an answering thump on John’s chest where Rodney pillowed his head. The last sensation John had before he drifted off to sleep was of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Now, though, he was seriously considering lodging a complaint or two. The teasing of him that Teyla and Ronon indulged in during breakfast was one thing, he could deal with that, but the knowing little smirks they both kept giving him as negotiations went on were another. John couldn’t decide if they knew about him and Rodney, or if they just thought the other man had badgered him into it and found it amusing. Rodney had been spared both the smirks and having to sit in the sunny plaza while they (Teyla) negotiated for a portion of the tuber crop and textiles because he was off helping Joraan with plans for a better aqueduct. John was actually trying to decide if there was a polite way to excuse himself to go find Rodney – sitting in on an engineering session had to be more interesting than negotiations, and hello, Rodney – when Joraan and Rodney entered the plaza at the other end. Rodney was gesturing emphatically at the aqueduct, and Joraan seemed to be nodding and taking notes. As if sensing John’s gaze, Rodney paused in whatever he was saying and turned, meeting John’s eyes from across the plaza. He smiled, and John smiled back. Rodney gave an odd, jerking wave and continued to stare. John took it as his excuse and, in a pause in the discussion about cloth, said, “Will you excuse me for a moment? I think Joraan and Doctor McKay need me for something.” No one objected, and he thought Teyla might even have been relieved, so John got up and ambled over to Rodney. He continued to smile at Rodney, sparing a glance at Joraan as he joined them. “Rodney. Joraan. You boys having fun?” “Doctor McKay has been most generous with his time, helping me with my designs for renovating and improving our aqueduct system,” said Joraan. “Really? I didn’t know you had an interest in aqueducts, Rodney.” “Oh please, Colonel, it’s just physics. I brought Joraan out here to show him...”
Rodney shifted to face the aqueduct again, his shoulder brushing against John’s, technobabbling away, and John leaned into the contact briefly. A feeling of contentment came with the touch, and John realised that the adoring looks Joraan was still casting Rodney’s way didn’t bother him at all anymore. He knew who belonged with whom, and that was all he really needed.
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