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Pairing: John/Rodney
Summary: "What's your problem?" Rodney snipped at John.
"What's your problem?" Rodney snipped at John. John was amazed - he'd never met a man who could go from sated to snappy so fast.
"Nothing's my problem. I'm just basking in the afterglow." John swallowed hard. He'd tried so hard to keep it from leaking through. There was no way that Rodney had guessed that he was missing something. It was okay - he'd done without it before. It wasn't like he needed it, anyway. It was just like a spice - something that could make it better, but not necessary.
"Right." Rodney's voice was short and cold, and suddenly he was struggling to sit up, leaving John, who'd been using Rodney's shoulder as a pillow, over balanced and practically falling out of the bed.
John grabbed him and pulled, forcing Rodney to lie still. "Really, Rodney, nothing's wrong." He tried to make his voice soft and persuasive. "C'mon, just relax."
Rodney sighed and turned, blue eyes burning into his own. "You're lying. You're very good at it, mind, and normally I wouldn't care, if I even noticed, but there's obviously something wrong and I'm getting damn tired of guessing what it is. Is it - do you not like what we're doing? I told you that you don't always have to be on the bottom. Just because I've not done this before doesn't mean that you have to be so careful - I'd love to have you do me, you know."
Before he could stop it, John's breath caught. He forced himself to breathe, telling himself that Rodney had no idea what he was saying. "Geeze, Rodney, way to make me sound like a martyr there. I like what we do, and trust me, I'd tell you if that wasn't the case."
Rodney stared at him for a minute, apparently trying to see into John's brain, but eventually he gave up and shrugged. "Fine. Be that way. When you decide to tell me what is wrong, I'm here." And then Rodney closed his eyes and slept, leaving John to stare at the ceiling, trying to bring his subconscious under control.
***
It was almost two weeks before they could steal time away again. Elizabeth had declared a mandatory day of rest for all of the senior staff, and Rodney and John had taken advantage to go "exploring" the city. What that meant in actuality was that they found a set of abandoned residential quarters and fooled around without having to worry about being interrupted for anything less than Wraith attack or the city sinking.
John leaned into Rodney's solid body, losing himself in the touch and taste. Rodney opened to him willingly, mouth soft and pliant, hands tangling in John's hair. He closed his eyes, and let himself relax in ways that he normally didn't allow. He could have this, he could. He didn't need anything else.
He was surprised when Rodney pulled away, and he made a soft sound before opening his eyes, but Rodney had already turned away, opening his ubiquitous backpack. "What - " he started to ask, only to cut himself off when Rodney pulled out a pair of handcuffs. His stomach dropped, and he had to breathe hard for a moment. "Rodney?"
"I thought... well, it doesn't really matter what I thought. I brought them in case you might wanttotiemeup." The last few words were said so fast that John took a moment to decipher what he meant. His stomach dropped again, this time for a different reason. He was going to have to explain to Rodney, and fast, because Rodney's face was already falling, and he couldn't bear to put that expression there.
But John couldn't even begin to think of how to say, "No, what I really want is for you to tie me up and use me." Rodney was a gentle, generous lover, and John didn't think that Rodney would take it well. But he had to think of something. "No, Rodney, it's not that. It's..." John swallowed and looked away from Rodney's eyes, staring a hole through him. He laughed roughly. "I've never done anything like that. At least not from that side."
He couldn't bear to look at Rodney. He knew that on many levels, Rodney idealized him. But this might be the thing that would finally knock him off the pedestal in Rodney's eyes, and if that was the case, he couldn't bear to see it reflected in Rodney's face.
Silence reigned for a long moment, and then Rodney's hand was on his cheek, soft but determined, turning his face to look at him. "Well, that explains a hell of a lot," he said.
"What do you mean?" John demanded, his stomach doing complicated patterns. He could have sworn that he had a synchronized swim team in there, doing a dance routine.
"That's what you've been hiding, isn't it? You want me to tie you up?" Rodney's eyes were alight, like he got when the technology was doing something new and interesting, giving up all of its secrets for him. John felt pinned in place, like he didn't dare move. His mouth was too dry for words, so instead he nodded, just slightly, and then shrugged.
Rodney snorted. "You know, this would be easier if you'd actually communicate with me. Was that a yes, or was it something more?"
John couldn't help the smile as he shrugged again, this time deliberately trying to provoke Rodney, who grimaced and then grinned back. "You're a real pain in the ass, Sheppard," he growled.
"Isn't that your job?" John asked innocently.
Still holding the cuffs, Rodney reached down and grabbed two handfuls of John's ass, squeezing it tight enough to give John a little flash of not-quite-pain.
"Take off your clothes, and I'll show you pain in the ass," Rodney said. His voice had deepened, become rougher, and John didn't argue or snark, simply hurrying to obey. Even if all he got was cuffed to the bed, this had the potential to be really good, and he wasn't about to take the chance that Rodney might back down. And he knew from watching Rodney in the lab that he appreciated obedience.
Naked, he stood straight, not hiding his hard cock at all. Rodney stood and studied him for a while, and christ, that shouldn't make him harder but it did, his dick practically slapping against his belly. Still dressed, Rodney stepped closer, wrapped his hand in John's hair and pulled him off balance, taking his mouth in a hard kiss that ended too quickly. "Is this what you want, John?" Rodney's voice was soft, uncertain, in direct opposition to his oh-so-knowing hands.
"God, yes," John said, blinking his eyes against the pinpricks of pain that tingled in his scalp.
"Do you have a, what do you call it? A safeword, right?" Rodney's eyes skipped down the length of his body, then returned to his face, and John realized he was checking to see how hard John still was. There was no question that this was doing it for John, though.
John couldn't shake his head with Rodney's hand buried in his hair, so he was forced to actually speak. "No, no safeword. You won't hurt me."
Rodney released his hair, pulling back a little bit. "You don't know that, John. I could make a mistake, do something you don't like - "
He bit his lip, then said in a high-speed rush, just to get it out before he froze up, "You won't hurt me in ways I won't like, Rodney, I promise. There's not much that I don't like. Just, trust me?"
For a second, John thought that Rodney was going to accept that at face value, but then he stepped forward again, releasing his grip on his hair and trailing his hand down the length of his body, gathering up his balls in one large hand and squeezing slightly. "I don't care. Give me a safeword or this stops now." Rodney's voice was a whipcrack, and John took an unsteady breath.
He had to force himself to think, because he'd honestly never played with someone who'd cared enough about him to force the issue. What word... he wracked his brain for a moment, and then he realized there was one word he'd never say if he could avoid it. "C-caldwell," he stuttered out.
Rodney laughed, and rewarded him with a tighter squeeze. "Caldwell, huh? You're kinkier than I thought."
John gasped and widened his stance, letting Rodney have unfettered access to his body. Rodney was good at this, something that surprised John more than a little. He could feel the way that his brain stuttered and skipped as it tried to shut off, and he knew that if it lasted much longer he'd fall into that headspace where Rodney could literally do anything and John would accept it - hell, he'd enjoy it.
Releasing his balls, Rodney traced the reverse of the path down his body, running his fingers softly across John's face, tapping his cheek lightly, pulling his attention back. "Kneel, John."
John dropped to his knees without hesitation, wincing as his knee hit the metal of the floor. Rodney's face softened, and John had a moment of fear that he was going to back down, become the same solicitous lover that he usually was, and he leaned forward, pressing his forehead into his lower belly, silently pleading with Rodney to keep going.
For long seconds, it was quiet as Rodney traced gentle fingers through his hair. Then he stepped back, leaving John to recover his balance and kneel, waiting, for whatever Rodney wanted. It became clear pretty quickly, as Rodney unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out through the gap. It was hard and red and wet at the tip, and John was relieved to see it, since it meant that Rodney was as into this as he was.
"Suck me," Rodney said, his voice soft but the words demanding. John didn't hesitate, leaning forward and taking Rodney's cock as deep into his throat as he could handle, sucking and licking as much of it as he could. Rodney had said suck, and that was exactly what John did, losing himself in the way it stretched his mouth, the raw feeling in his throat. He moaned helplessly.
Rodney's hands moved restlessly through his hair as he groaned and gasped. "God, you really like this, don't you?" he managed to get out, and John hummed an affirmative, managing to take Rodney's cock even deeper into his throat, letting it cut off his air for just a moment.
Then Rodney's hands tightened and held his head still. John whined but froze. He was rewarded when Rodney started to thrust, fucking his mouth gently but deep, deeper than he'd thought he could take. Every stroke cut off his air for a couple of seconds, caused his throat to stretch and burn. His nose brushed Rodney's pubic hair, and he groaned. Making the sound opened his throat even further, and Rodney slipped in extra deep and then held him there.
John's first instinct was to fight him, to pull back. He couldn't suck any air into his lungs, and he should be panicking, but he wasn't. If Rodney wanted him like this, he'd take it. He forced his throat to stay relaxed, closed his eyes and held. Slowly, millimeters at a time, Rodney pulled back, and finally John could suck in a huge breath around the cock still in his mouth.
Just as slowly, Rodney pushed back in, sliding over John's tongue and teeth, and down his throat. This time, John was more prepared for it, and he swallowed repeatedly, ignoring the way it made his throat hurt, and instead listening to Rodney's breathing as it sped up. "John, you keep doing that and I'm going to come."
There was only one answer to that, and John swallowed again. Rodney groaned and pulled back, then started to just fuck his face, careless thrusts of his hips that drove his cock deep down John's throat. John whimpered and held on when Rodney said, "Now, now, swallow it."
John started to swallow the thick, salty come as Rodney breathed hard above him and shook. He only stopped sucking when Rodney made a pained noise and pulled his half hard cock from John's mouth. John couldn't stop chasing the taste around the inside his mouth, running his tongue over his teeth, looking for any trace of it.
He was so focused on finding the remains of Rodney's orgasm that he was surprised when Rodney dropped to his own knees in front of him and pulled him in for a forceful kiss. He opened his mouth, letting in Rodney's tongue, stroking along the muscle and bringing up his hands to hold Rodney by the shoulders.
The feel of Rodney's clothes under his hands inflamed him further. It felt slutty and dirty and so right to be naked when Rodney was still dressed. His hips jerked forward and he made a pleading noise into Rodney's mouth.
But Rodney pulled back and chuckled. "You're going to have to wait till I can get it up again to come," he said, and then his face became a little uncertain, "Unless you want to safeword?"
The thought of being denied struck right at the heart of what John wanted, and he had to breathe hard for a second. It was so good to let his control go, and let Rodney have it. He could hold it forever if that was what Rodney wanted. Ignoring the way his cock was throbbing was easy enough.
"No, no safeword. What - what do you want to do until then?" he asked.
Rodney held up one hand, showing the handcuffs that John had completely forgotten about. "Can I?"
John didn't even have to think about it, immediately putting his hands together and holding them out for Rodney to cuff them together. He didn't mention the way that standard issue handcuffs would bruise if he pulled on them - he wanted the bruises, the reminders, in case he never got this again.
He was surprised at how quickly Rodney cuffed his hands together - almost as if Rodney was afraid he was going to change his mind. Little chance of that.
Once his hands were secured, Rodney climbed back to his feet, and pulled John up as well. "Go lie down on your stomach," Rodney said, and John did as ordered, watching Rodney as he stripped off his clothes, letting them stay where they fell. He had to laugh when Rodney forgot to take off his shoes before he tried to take off his pants, and nearly tripped himself, but he kept it nearly silent, pressing his face into the mattress.
Since he wasn't looking, he was surprised when Rodney pressed into his body from behind. Rodney was like a furnace, giving off huge amounts of heat, and John relaxed into it with a soft moan. He could hear Rodney smiling, he was sure of it. He didn't care - he was being pinned down and held and it felt so good.
Then he felt teeth in the back of his neck, and he moaned and arched his head forward, letting Rodney bury his mouth under his hair. He sucked forcefully, teeth biting hard, and John let his breathing quicken, knowing that he was being marked. "Rod - Rodney..." he whimpered.
Rodney ignored him, continuing to worry at the skin there until he was apparently satisfied. Then he slid to one side, still keeping John mostly pinned, and held two fingers to his mouth. "Suck. Get them wet."
John had to swallow to get any moisture into his mouth before he could do as he was told. He opened his mouth, letting the fingers in, and licked them carefully, getting them good and wet, guessing what was coming next. Rodney pumped them in and out a few times, lazily, before sliding them free. "Spread your legs." John did as he was told, spreading wide and giving Rodney unfettered access, which Rodney took advantage of to push his fingers inside John's ass, hard and fast.
Even with spit, skin caught on skin, and John had to catch his breath at being opened so forcefully. He panted through the burn as Rodney started to move his fingers, fucking John with quick, precise movements that made him hiss and twist, trying to take them deeper. When they stopped moving, John whined through his teeth and lifted his ass, silently begging, but Rodney was already moving, shifting so that he straddled John's legs. "Stop moving," he said, as he brought his free hand down on John's ass.
He couldn't choke back the cry, and Rodney paused. "John?"
"I'm okay," John said, hoping that Rodney would do it again. The sharp smack had burned through him, making his head spin. Rodney did it again, and John gasped and shook. "Please, Rodney."
"God, you're hot like this." Rodney started to lay down solid slaps to John's ass and thighs. John forced himself to keep breathing, sinking into that peculiar place where it all felt good. He could feel his breath, hot and tight in his chest, and he whimpered. Rodney's breathing was just as loud, and John tried to focus on that.
When the spanking stopped, John was limp with the endorphins that were flooding through his system. The only part of him that wasn't limp was his cock, which was throbbing painfully. He squirmed, rubbing his cock against the soft surface of the bed. The friction was delicious, bringing him to the brink of orgasm in seconds.
Rodney seemed to realize what he was doing and slid backwards, tugging on John's hip until he raised his hips, coming up on his knees. "Please, gotta...." he begged, beyond any rational thought. In response, Rodney pulled his fingers out, and then shoved them back in, hard.
"You're going to wait for me," Rodney said. John couldn't help the moan that broke from his throat. His cock ached, but he couldn't disobey Rodney, not when Rodney was so close to giving him what he'd been dreaming about for months. He could feel Rodney's cock pressing hard against his thigh, and he squirmed. "Stop, or this all ends now," Rodney said, his voice stern.
John froze, every muscle locking at the tone in Rodney's voice. The only thing he couldn't stop was his harsh breathing, and in the quiet of the room, it was loud in his ears. Rodney said, "Good boy," and it made John want to nuzzle him, be soft eyed and willing and open to anything Rodney wanted, wanted to be a good boy for Rodney.
His fingers slipped out and John whined, but didn't move. He only shifted when Rodney tugged on his hip, turning him over. He blinked up at Rodney, wondering what he was going to do next. His hot ass burned and itched against the soft material, and he wanted to shift, but he hadn't been told he could move.
Rodney appeared to be thinking, and so John stayed quiet, waiting. Finally, he asked, "Is it the pain or the control?"
John didn't even hesitate. "Both," he said. Rodney nodded, like he expected that, and then reached forward and took one of John's nipples between his fingers and twisted, making John howl and arch his back. When he released it, John collapsed, panting. "Good," he said, trying to encourage Rodney to do more.
His other hand slipped between John's legs, gathering his balls up in one large hand and squeezing firmly. This time, John managed to keep the scream behind his teeth, but he couldn't stop from writhing on the bed, from spreading his legs wider. "God, Rodney. Please, fuck me!"
Both of Rodney's hands disappeared from his body, and he opened eyes that he hadn't been aware he'd closed to see Rodney kneeling between his thighs, one hand wrapped firmly around his dick. He gave sort of a sick smile, and said, "I'm sorry. Just - you're so hot like this, and I didn't realize how much I'd like doing this to you."
John couldn't help but smile back at him. "You're - you're doing fine, Rodney. Now, come on - fuck me?"
Slowly, Rodney let go of his cock, and leaned sideways to dig in the backpack, coming back up with a tube of lubricant. He slicked up his cock, the sounds of flesh on flesh making John have to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from begging. But when Rodney reached between his legs with slick fingers, John shook his head. "I can take you, and I want to feel it. Please?"
Rodney visibly stiffened and swallowed, but he shifted his hands so that he could lift John's legs, spreading them wide and pushing them towards his chest. There was broad pressure against his hole, and then Rodney was sliding in, slow and steady. It burned, but it soothed an itch that John hadn't been willing to admit he had, not even to himself. When Rodney bottomed out, and John could feel his balls against his ass, he whimpered. Begging was no longer an option. "Please, Rodney. So close."
But Rodney didn't touch his cock. Instead, he slid his hands down the inside of John's thighs, forcing them even wider, and started to fuck, hard and deep. "I want you to come from my dick in your ass and just that."
With a sob that broke in his chest, John pushed back into Rodney, trying to take him even deeper. It wouldn't take much more, and when Rodney leaned down, bending John practically in half and kissing him deeply, possessively, it was the last thing that John needed to take him over the edge. Letting out a harsh cry that was swallowed by Rodney's eager mouth, John came, letting it burn through him like a flash fire, burning everything and leaving it new and clean.
As soon as John finished coming, leaving him limp and pliable, Rodney started to fuck him in earnest, going after his own pleasure with a determination that John recognized from many afternoons in the lab. All John could do was clench down around Rodney's cock and try to make it as good as he could.
It only took maybe a half dozen strokes and then Rodney froze, groaning as a sudden flood of heat let John know that he'd come. When his muscles unlocked, Rodney moved enough to get out from between John's legs and then fell over, lying next to John and resting his hand on John's chest. "I know you need to be uncuffed, but give me a minute."
John had completely forgotten about the cuffs, and he immediately tightened his hands into fists, pulling slightly. He could feel the flare of pain that told him that he had bruises, and all he could think was that he'd be able to press on them for days and remember this, even if Rodney never wanted to do it again. "I'm good. Whenever you're ready."
Rodney smiled and sat up, reaching for his hands. "Did I do okay?"
He nodded vigorously. "Better than okay."
"So you'd like to do it again." It wasn't a question.
All John could do was nod.
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