The Portal

Ronon paced in front of the portal.

Damn, damn, damn, why was he so stupid? He was a specialist, a warrior. Tall and strong, with muscles honed to perfection through years of training and yet he had been unable to save Sheppard from being pulled into an unknown fate.

‘Shit!!’ he kicked the rock to the side of him. Luckily he had his hard warrior boots on, otherwise he would have broken a toe. He smiled wryly as the thought popped into his head.

Teyla and MacKay had left him there while they went back to the ship to get supplies for Sheppard.

‘Stay here’ MacKay had ordered, Ronon scowled as he remembered the words. If looks could kill Rodney would have been buried deeper than even the worms would dare to venture. The urge to connect his fist with Rodney’s face had been almost unbearable. Ronon’s scowl turned to a smile as his imagination finished what his physical body had not and Rodney’s face turned to a bloody mess.

‘Enough’ he murmured, he had to get Sheppard back. He walked towards the shimmering doorway and stopped short. Why was he so bothered about Sheppard, why was he so desperate to get him back and more importantly, why did he feel so empty at the thought of never seeing him again?

Ronon paced a bit longer in front of the portal.

He was coming to a disturbing conclusion and he didn’t like it. It could explain a few things such as why Teyla had not been able to raise even his eyebrow when she had sat astride him whilst they were training, especially as she was just his type of woman.

He tried to think about the last time a woman had made his blood boil, or his loins twitch and came up empty. All he could think of at the moment was how he had noticed how John’s hair stuck up in the daftest places, and how his eyes changed colour when he got fired up. When did he start noticing these things? It seemed that he had been noticing them since he had tied Sheppard and Teyla up all that time ago.

Ronon made his mind up swiftly. He had to see if he was just having these thoughts because he wouldn’t see Sheppard again or whether he really was beginning to fall for him.

He walked up to the portal. He had to make this quick. John had suffered as he had been pulled through. Maybe if he took a run at it. He did not fear the pain as much as he feared his feelings.

He needed to leave a message for the other two to make sure they knew where he was. He spotted Teyla’s backpack and knew there would be implements in there. Speaking to them over the radio would be a bad idea as they would try to talk him out off it and he may just let them.

After quickly writing a message (he still found it hard to get to grips with pen and paper) he took a deep breath. It was time.

Ronon, gathered his thoughts and then rushed at the portal. It felt strange as he penetrated the shiny surface and his body was swallowed. He felt as though he was being stretched and everything was tingly. In the next instant he was through. It took a minute for his eyes to adjust.

He saw him in the corner, sat talking in to his radio. A niagara of feelings washed over him. He was right to do this.

Sheppard raised his head at the noise from the portal, his jaw dropped as he saw Ronon standing there in all his magnificent glory, looking bewildered and just staring at him. Before he knew what he was doing he was on his feet and rushing towards the big guy. John had been harbouring secret yearnings for this huge warrior for a long time. He had learned to keep his feelings hidden and had almost convinced himself that he was in love with Weir. Seeing Ronon now just made it all flood to the surface, relief, love and lust was a powerful combination.

Ronon saw Sheppard move and didn’t even think before he rushed towards him. He was on autopilot. His revelation outside the portal was still fresh in his mind and it did not occur to him to make sure that Sheppard felt the same.

The two men collided in the middle, both grunted at the impact but clung to each other as though they were drowning. Sheppard was embarrassed to realise that he was crying into the big man’s new shirt. Teyla would kill him if he messed it up since she had lovingly made it for the warrior.

Ronon held John closely as he cried, not feeling the repulsion he would have had it been any other man, but feeling his heart swelling with love for this strong and worthy leader. He could not help lowering his head to kiss the top of John’s and then moving slowly down to his ear to whisper comforting words in a gruff, emotion filled voice.

John seemed to come awake as Ronon moved towards his ear. He turned his head up until his mouth was in line with Ronon’s and then grabbed the back of his head to pull them into contact. Ronon made a surprised noise at John’s aggressive action but then reacted by picking John up in a bear hug and walking him backwards to the wall of the cave before dropping him and slamming him up against the rock, the wind rushed out of John’s mouth just before Ronon’s lips crushed against his in the most aggressive and yet caring kiss he had ever been lucky enough to receive.

Just before John’s mind went into melt down mode he realised that Ronon had cushioned the back of his head from the hard surface with his hand. This geared him into action, his hand went to the back of Ronon’s head and his other hand dropped down his back and grabbed the gorgeous bottom he had fantasised about for months. Ummmmm………just as he had imagined, it was hard and toned and just enough of a handful. John felt his penis twitch at the feel of Ronon’s mouth on his and the handful of buttocks he had. He had been hard since Ronon first came through the portal. ‘Be honest’ he thought, he had been hard most of the time since he had started having feelings for the man. Ronon only had to raise his eyebrow in that cynical look he had and blood pooled at the juncture of John’s legs.

Ronon was lost, he thrust his tongue into John’s mouth, he could not get enough of the Colonel. He realised that he was groaning out loud as John returned his kiss with the same feeling. He couldn’t believe that John had a handful of his arse and he was stunned at how good it felt. He was hoping that that wandering hand would move around the front very soon, before he went mad. He had a raging hard on which has sprung to life as soon as he saw John rushing towards him.

Ronon moved closer to John and began to grind his erection against him. He could feel a tell tale lump in John’s trousers and allowed himself to smile against the Colonel’s mouth. One of his hand’s was trapped between John’s head and the wall but the other was free to roam and roam it did. He moved it down John’s neck and round the front until he reached the front of John’s sleeveless Atlantis issue jerkin, he ripped the zip down and reached for the bottom of the black t-shirt where it met trousers. He rubbed his hand over John’s straining erection before pulling the t-shirt up enough to get his hand in. He couldn’t stop the noise he made as his hand connected with hair-roughened skin, and neither, it would appear, could John. Ronon felt the rumble in his chest. He stroked his hand over John’s tight stomach and felt it contract with his touch. He pushed his hand up far enough to be able to find a tight male nipple that he then nipped lightly, John’s body bucked at that, the hand on Ronon’s bum tightened and John’s tongue thrust more aggressively into Ronon’s mouth. Ahhhhhhhh, Ronon had found a weakness.

John nearly lost it when Ronon found his nipple, he had enjoyed the feeling of skin on skin but had not been prepared for the electricity that made his penis jump and his skin come alive. He finally moved his hand from Ronon’s butt and pulled it round the front. He gripped the front of his shirt and pulled Ronon closer, then he ran his hand down to the laces of Ronon’s leather trousers and, getting hold of one end, pulled hard. The laces gave and the front of the trousers fell apart, only held up by Ronon’s muscular thighs. Suddenly Ronon’s hand grabbed his and guided it into the gap in his trousers. John was shocked to discover that Ronon went commando and also that his shaft was definitely in proportion with the rest of his body. It felt huge and John could almost feel it throbbing. Ronon groaned into his mouth as John started to move his hand up and down the length of his penis, exploring and becoming familiar with it.

Ronon realised that his move was very bold but John did not appear to mind. His head dropped back and a moan escaped his lips as John began to move his hand along Ronon’s length. John seemed to be getting to know his cock by the way he stroked the full length and then around the tip. Ronon’s hips started to move backwards and forwards involuntarily. John seemed to get the idea and started to pump his hand along Ronon in a more forceful manner. It was like no other hand job that Ronon had had. He thought the last woman he slept with was good at this but he had never been with a man. This was amazing, John knew exactly what pressure to apply and what movements drove Ronon mad. All of a sudden John stopped the motion, grabbed Ronon’s head and pulled him back for a mind-blowing kiss. Ronon took the opportunity to yank John’s jerkin off and reach again for his burgeoning shaft. He was hampered by the issue trousers and pulled them open, almost savagely. Reaching his hand in he was again hampered by underwear, who in their right mind wore underwear? They were Lycra boxer shorts. John’s erection was already poking above the waistband so it did not take much to free it. As Ronon’s large hand closed over John, he pulsed with life. Ronon could not help but bring their cock’s together and started to move his hips again, he could not believe how fantastic this felt. He pulled back from John’s kiss to look at him for the first time since this had started. John’s eyes were partly closed and his lips were parted and glistening with saliva. Ronon was overcome with how beautiful this man was.

John was in ecstasy. Ronon had surpassed his fantasies. He could not believe that after days in this cave on his own not knowing where everyone was, having daydreams (or night dreams, who knows) about Ronon to try and keep him sane he was actually standing against the wall being thoroughly ravaged by the man of his dreams in a way completely beyond anything his, obviously, limited mind had come up with. He didn’t even register that Ronon had stopped kissing him. He could only concentrate on the feeling of having this man’s cock rubbing frantically against his own. Ronon has moved his hand from behind his head now and John was free to rock his head back. Finally the fact that hip action was the only movement going on made John slowly open his eyes to be met by sultry green ‘come to bed’ eyes. Gorgeous was the first word that popped into his head. ‘Gorgeous’ was the only word that came out of Ronon’s mouth. Spoken in that deep voice that seemed to be dragged from his boots, John could feel it as well as hear it and put his hand on Ronon’s chest in an unconscious act. Suddenly, Ronon dropped to his knees and before John could say anything he felt his breath on his penis a split second before Ronon’s mouth closed over it. Both men groaned in unison.

Ronon had no idea what he was doing but knew it felt right. As his mouth closed over John’s erection he realised that this was what he had been waiting for all along. He groaned out loud with that thought and heard John do the same. He must be doing something right then. He had never done this before but knew what he liked and hoped that John was not too dissimilar. He started to lick John as though he was licking a lollypop, bathing the hefty penis with his tongue. Swirling around the top of John’s cock got a very good reaction, John started to move his hips. Ronon started to move his mouth up and down in time. He held John’s hips to make sure that he did not thrust too hard. He moved his hand between John’s legs, which seemed to have parted on their own, and felt for the soft skin between his balls and his anus and started to apply a gentle rubbing action, John’s actions faltered slightly and he let out a loud groan, then he started to thrust in earnest. Ronon continued his 2-pronged attack, making both movements more aggressive until John was panting hard and groaning on every outward breath. All of a sudden John tensed up and he thrust once more into Ronon’s mouth before shooting his seed. Ronon was a little surprised at how much liquid John released but maybe that was due to the fact that he was having difficulty swallowing all of it.

John slowly came round to the feeling of Ronon, licking him clean. He was embarrassed that he had lost it so quickly. He was usually a lot more controlled than that, but something about the amateur, yet enthusiastic way that Ronon set about his task was his undoing.

Ronon looked up at John and grinned; he couldn’t believe he had elicited such a response from John, especially being such a virgin at this. John grinned back and Ronon knew that it all was well. He stood up, towering over John and gently kissed him on the lips.

John could taste himself on Ronon and rather than being repulsed as he assumed he would, he found the taste strangely erotic.

‘Your turn’ John said, pushing Ronon away. ‘Lay on the floor’ Ronon just looked at him.

‘I can make it an order if you like, I know how you like to be bossed around’ John smiled, remembering one of their earliest missions where Ronon had made John make a simple request an order. John had never forgotten it and it had become the basis of many a fantasy after the realisation of his feelings for the huge warrior.

‘Make it an order’ growled Ronon, staring John down as though daring him to, whilst still smiling, showing John that he too remembered the incident. John couldn’t help but stare back for a minute. Ronon looked like a predator, he stood there looking sexy and ruffled with his trousers open and his cock protruding. John had a fleeting image of a large snake but shook his head to clear it, now was not the time for humour. John didn’t think he had seen such a wonderfully edible sight.

‘Lay down NOW, soldier, that’s an order from your ranking officer’

Ronon smiled and crouched on the floor, taking his time to lie back slowly, never breaking the eye contact with John. Before he lay back on his elbows he stripped his shirt off, revealing a tanned, taught, muscular chest. John’s breath caught. He had seen this a handful of times and it still took his breath away. Ronon lay back and opened his legs, beckoning to John. John needed no further invitation, he dropped to his knees between Ronon’s legs and then moved up his body until he could kiss his lips. They battled for dominance in a seriously sexy kiss before John broke off, sliding his lips down the side of Ronon’s neck. He remembered what Ronon had done to his nipples and decided that turn about was fair play. He latched onto one small male nipple and suckled for all he was worth. Ronon started to groan and buck beneath him, his legs drumming on the floor and his head flung back. John transferred his attention to the other side. This elicited the same response. He could feel Ronon’s penis jerking against his stomach and knew it would not take long to make him come. John kept moving his lips down Ronon’s chest, his tight stomach and then closer to his target. Once there he took a moment to appreciate its beauty before blowing lightly on the heated skin. Ronon nearly hit the roof, John had to hang on so as not to be dislodged.

‘Like that Huh?’ whispered John, logging it away in the archives for further use.

‘You bastard!!’ Ronon growled. ‘You’ll pay for that later’

‘I hope so’

John lowered his head and took Ronon completely in his mouth. Ronon released his breath in one long outward movement as though he has been storing it up for a while. John started to move his head up and down making sure that as he reached the tip he paid particular attention to it, bathing it with his tongue. He reached down and gently cupped Ronon’s heavy sacs, rolling them gently as he sucked. Ronon was going mad. He knew he could not last long if John carried on like this but there was no way that he was going to stop him. Ronon felt the pressure building as John continued his assault. John could feel that Ronon was near the edge and just kept going. He had never done this to a man before either but he was working on instinct and it was looking like this was the way to go.

Ronon tried to pull John’s head up before he came as he did not want to choke him but John was having none of it. John reached the head of Ronon’s cock and then sucked hard, Ronon’s lost it completely, bucking his hips as he ejaculated into John’s willing mouth. John could not swallow everything that Ronon gave but made a valiant attempt. Finally Ronon stopped bucking and relaxed, his penis softening in John’s mouth. John slowly raised his head and looked up. Ronon was laid back with his mouth open, eyes closed and panting as though he had just run a marathon.

‘Oh The Ancestors’ Ronon whispered. He could not believe that he had just committed the most intimate act with his commanding officer. He could not lie here with his eyes closed forever, he needed to face the music.

Ronon slowly opened his eyes and then rose up on his elbows. John was looking up at him from between his legs with a goofy grin on his face and a look of lust in his eyes. Ronon knew then that it was OK and that he needn’t been embarrassed by what they had done.

John moved from his position and up beside Ronon, taking his head in his hands he kissed him, slowly and tenderly. Ronon responded.

‘We’ll have to take this slowly’ John said after a couple of minutes.

‘So you want this to go somewhere?’ asked Ronon, a little unsure.

‘Don’t you?’

‘Yes I do, although I only realised how I felt about you 15 minutes before I stepped through the portal. It may take me a bit to get used to it. I’ve also been on my own for a long time’

‘We can take all the time you want. I had almost convinced myself that I didn’t feel like this about you and that I loved Weir, so it will be a time of adjustment for me too’

With the important conversation over, both men adjusted their clothing and laid back, John’s head cushioned on Ronon’s chest. Ronon would tell John the news about the time warp after they had both rested for a while. It would appear they would have a significant amount of time together before the others arrived.

Neither men noticed the small camera that came through the portal in the middle of their passion and had just retreated. Teyla and Rodney would get more than they bargained for when they viewed the footage.