Loveless Relationships

Today was one of Rodney's mandatory days away from the lab. Teyla was visiting the mainland, so the remaining team members watched old football recordings. John was laying on his bed tossing his football in the air. Aiden was on the couch, and Rodney was sitting on the edge of a chair.



"Football players have way worse injuries than hockey players. That's a fact," argued Aiden.



"Name one hockey player with all of his teeth and a straight nose!" argued Rodney.



"That's different. Football players destroy their knees. Ice skating is way easy on the joints. Besides, most injuries are from fighting and not -"



"Hey, guys," John interrupted. "It's getting pretty late. I think we should wrap things up." He looked at Rodney.



Rodney looked at Aiden who understood. "Hey, yeah, your right. I have, um, something to do in the morning. I'll see you at breakfast, Rodney. Later Major." He picked up his DVDs and left.



John and Rodney were alone.



Rodney was curious. John hardly ever initiated sex these days.



"Come sit on the bed."



Rodney sat on the bed, not quite touching John. "Are you serious? You really want to do this tonight?"



John took off his shirt. "I scratch your back; you scratch mine, right?"



"Yeah, right." John stood and turned down the lights. He thumbed through his secret stash of DVDs, put one in the laptop, and pushed play. "Can you leave the mute on?" asked Rodney.



"If you don't want to watch it, we don't have to."



"No, no. I don't mind if you do, it's just not my thing." Rodney averted his gaze from the laptop, but not before he saw a man tied to a bed with a dildo in his ass. "We're just doing blow-jobs, right?"



"Not unless you want to try something new." John's voice was impatient, and he undid Rodney's pants.



"Ow, careful. I'll do it - I'll do it." Rodney brushed John's hands away from his boxers.



"You need to get on the treadmill more often." John got on his knees before Rodney.



"Yeah, thanks for that. That's very sexy. Who taught you how to talk dirty?"



"Rodney, just shut up, so we can do this. Sit like this - there." John positioned Rodney on the bed, so he could watch the laptop as he took him in his mouth. It took Rodney a few moment to get an erection, but once John did that swirly thing with his tongue - Rodney moaned and laid across the bed. John knew how to get him so close. He could feel John licking at his slit, dabbing away the drops of pre-com.



John pulled away.



Rodney whimpered.



"Get on your stomach."



Rodney sat up straight. "I said absolutely nothing besides hand-jobs and blow-jobs. Nothing going into non-oral orifices."



"Just say anal sex."



"Make me -"



John smoothed Rodney's mouth with a sloppy kiss. He pushed Rodney back onto the bed, and pulled his hands above his head. "Just trust me on this, okay?" He gently encouraged Rodney to roll onto his stomach.



John knelt back down on his knees. He parted Rodney's ass.



Rodney held his breath. There was something wet. "John, nothing goes in! I'm serious."



"Just hold still for a minute."



There was more wetness at his hole. "Fuck! Is that your tongue?" Rodney stood, knocking John to the floor. "Oh, that is nasty! Is that something they do in your pornos?" Rodney pulled up his pants. "Ewwww! You are sooo not putting your mouth anywhere on me now! Disgusting."



John stood and undid his pants. "Oh, come on, Rodney. Expand your horizons a little."



"I'm all for expanding horizons as long as it's hygienic. That is so gross. Eh, now I'm all wet and slimy there."



John sat naked on the bed. "I get it, Rodney. Just get on the bed, and let's finish this."



Rodney slammed the laptop closed. "Whatever." He got back on the bed, positioned himself between John's legs, and sucked.

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Rodney woke up. Sweat streamed down his face. He remembered where he was.



In the infirmary.



Damn, it! Why didn't John let him in, let him be closer? Why couldn't they have talked about their relationship? Why was everything so forced with them? Why the hell did they sleep with each other?



He missed just sitting with John and arguing about Star Wars. He missed John.