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Title: Bonded
Author: chaps1870
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: NC17, PWP, no plot whatsoever. It's all for the sex, baby.
Summary: John has a control over Rodney that can’t be denied, even if he wanted to.
Warnings: Hmmm, dom/sub in a warped, weird sort of way.
This is for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
misty4me. She had to listen to me bitch for weeks and then in the final hour she cheered me up with some smut. Thanks. :)
John caught Rodney coming out of his lab and all but dragged him to the closest empty room he could find. The door was barely shut when his hands were frantically reaching for Rodney’s pants, intent on reaching the hardness he knew was waiting. Rodney was leaning into the wall, his hands scrambling for purchase as John unbuttoned his pants and they fell to the floor, bunching around his ankles.
Grinning, John’s fingers cupped Rodney’s balls, and they tightened in his grasp. “So hot. I love when you’re so hard.”
Rodney gasped, his eyes clenched tight, “Oh like you give me a choice. Damnit, I need to come.”
“Not yet,” whispered John in his ear, a single finger drifting back to tease Rodney’s opening. The muscle quivered at the slightest touch.
“Oh fuck…please John, let me come,” whined Rodney, his chest heaving with desire.
“I will, I promise,” breathed John, licking the sensitive skin under Rodney’s ear. “I want to hear you beg. So fucking hot when you beg.”
Rodney was gasping for air, the need overwhelming him, “Please, oh god. Just let me come this time. I need to come. I’ll do whatever you want if you just let me come.” He dropped his head on John’s shoulder and sighed in despair, “It hurts.”
John continued to tease him, stroking Rodney’s hard, weeping length as he nibbled on his ear lobe, “I know, but it’s a good hurt and I know you love this.”
Nodding into John’s shoulder, Rodney whimpered, “Yes, but…but…oh god, John, I didn’t think it would be like this.”
“I told you it would be this way. You let them do it,” said John, his voice not exactly sympathetic nor malicious.
“I know.” Rodney sucked in a breath of air when John tongued his ear and a finger breached his opening. “I didn’t…oh fuck…right there. I’m so close…close. Tell me to come.”
“Shhh. Soon.” John was kissing him, his tongue darting into his mouth while a finger slipped inside his ass and Rodney couldn’t stop himself from bearing down, pushing John’s finger deeper. “I love teasing you, seeing you like this. I love controlling you, Rodney. I want to fuck you so hard and hear you beg me for it.” Adding a second finger, John growled as he pushed against Rodney’s prostate, knowing how it affected him, “How bad do you want it?”
Sweating, Rodney hissed at the twinge of pain that two fingers brought, his cock hardening even more as it leaked with need. “Harder. Fuck, I need more.”
Mouth moving lower, John nipped at Rodney’s neck, sucking hard at the vein that stood out in relief, knowing it would leave a mark, his mark. Removing his fingers, he turned Rodney to face the wall and quickly re-inserted three fingers this time. His own breaths were coming faster, his aching cock straining the fabric of his pants. “Beg me, Rodney. Let me know how bad you want it.” Giving Rodney no time to adjust as he thrust his fingers in and out of his ass, he was rewarded when Rodney pushed back desperately, pleading, “Oh god, more. I need you.” He was practically crying with the need for release.
He begged between gasps, his whole body trembling now, “Please, please, please…need more, need it harder. I need to come.”
“Oh god, Rodney, you have no idea what you do to me. I love when you get this way.” John used his free hand to undo his pants, reaching in to pull his pulsing cock free of the confining material. It felt almost too good and he gripped the base of his shaft to keep from coming too soon, while his other hand finger fucked Rodney until he was meeting him with every upward thrust, mewling for more. John couldn’t take it and leaned forward. Through gritted teeth, he demanded of his lover, “Touch yourself. Stroke it hard and fast so I can see you come. I want to fuck you and I need lube.” It wasn’t romantic and it wasn’t tender, it was raw emotion that needed release.
Rodney’s hand shot to his cock and he cried out as he touched himself, stroking it just as John asked, his hips moving in time with his fist as he pushed back on John’s fingers. He couldn’t believe the intensity of it all, it was more than he thought possible and he never knew there was a side of him that needed this. Needed someone to just take over and let him have what he’d buried deep. He would never have told a soul if it hadn’t been for the natives on M87-SK1. Long story, short, Rodney and John bared their deepest fantasies and Rodney had agreed to John’s wishes. The natives bound them together in a bizarre little ceremony and Rodney could no longer deny John his deepest desires. Okay, they meshed nicely with his own, but even then he hadn’t realized the depth of John’s desire for control. Not that he could complain, since John was bound to him as well and found ways to meet Rodney’s needs at the same time. Strange how they didn’t know each other as well as they thought even after being together for three months. He had to admit that this was much better.
The fingers in his ass were suddenly gone, making Rodney gasp out loud at the loss as he returned to the here and now. The hand on his cock moved faster, needing release. John leaned heavily into his back and moaned over his shoulder, “Come for me, Rodney.”
Hand squeezing harder and cock twitching, Rodney followed John’s orders, crying out as a day of holding out came screaming forth, “Ohgodohgodohgod…coming…fuck!” Rodney came hard. Really, really hard and only John kept him from falling as his body spasmed on command. John’s hand was there collecting his release and Rodney couldn’t even open his eyes as tears were forced through tightly closed lids from the intensity of it.
He was only vaguely aware of the burning stretch as John entered him from behind and he might have whimpered. John was breathing harshly in his ear as he pushed into his ass, “So tight, Rodney. You make me want to fuck you so hard you scream.” His breath hitched as he buried himself balls deep in Rodney’s ass, “I want you hard again. I want to make you scream, Rodney.”
Rodney’s breath was coming in small gasps as he tried to regain his breath, and even though he thought it impossible, he was getting hard again. It was almost too much and he cried, “No, John, I can’t. Please don’t make me.”
John was moving slowly in and out of his ass, teasing his prostate with every thrust. He stopped and held himself still as he rubbed Rodney’s back in small circles. His voice was husky with lust and desire as he spoke, “You can do it, Rodney. I love when you get hard. I’d make you hard all the time if I could get away with it. I love that you come whenever I ask. Watching you come is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Rodney shook his head, his emotions warring with the need to follow John’s command. The desire to please John, to submit to the bond overwhelming all else and he moaned as his cock swelled, “It’s too much. Please, John.”
A finger danced over his nipple and Rodney jerked, his cock tightening and making his breath catch at the sudden ecstasy that raced from his nipple to his groin. He couldn’t stop himself from crying out, “More.”
John pulled out almost all the way and slammed into Rodney hard forcing him into the wall with a grunt of pain and pleasure. “Put your hands on the wall so I can fuck you hard.”
Rodney didn’t even hesitate and he braced himself for a hard fucking, wanting it as much as John did. “Do it.”
“Patience, Rodney. I want you hard and begging for it.” John’s fingers found his nipple and pinched it.
Rodney yelped and forced John deeper as he pushed back on the cock in his ass. “Please.”
John twisted harder, and pounded his ass. Rodney was bucking into him wildly, desperate. John pulled his nipples, moaning hoarsely in his ear. “Tell me, Rodney. Tell me what you want.”
Shaking and sweating, Rodney closed his eyes and dropped his head, unable to say the words. John slowed his pace, licking at the saltiness on Rodney’s shoulder as he spoke with a hard edge, “You can’t come until I tell you to. Is that what you want?”
Rodney nodded sharply, “Harder, do it harder.” John smiled and twisted Rodney’s nipples almost viciously, knowing how sensitive they were and how much Rodney loved the hint of pain. It was hard for Rodney to admit he liked the intensity the pain invoked and how close it brought him to release. John knew though and he loved making Rodney wait while he pounded his ass and took him to new heights. He doubted Rodney would ever have held out if it weren’t for the bond they shared now. John knew he’d never be able to hold out like Rodney did. Going for hours, sometimes all day without coming. It was so hot and even though John knew it was torture for Rodney, neither man could give it up now. It was an itch that wouldn’t go away.
John was biting Rodney’s shoulders while his fingers pinched and pulled his nipples and Rodney was panting harshly meeting John’s thrusts. He couldn’t take it any more and he dropped a hand to his blood red erection, stroking it hard as he begged, “Harder, fuck me harder, damnit.”
Snapping at him, John grabbed Rodney’s hips in a white knuckled grip, “Grab the wall. I want to hear you scream.”
Rodney’s hand went back to the wall as if it were burned and he blushed red, knowing he’d screwed up. “Sorry, sorry.”
John smiled warmly and loosened his hold as he nuzzled Rodney’s neck. “I’ll make it good for you.”
Nodding, Rodney tried to relax, his whole body was thrumming with need and he moaned, “Please, John. I can’t take much more.”
“I know, don’t come yet,” said John, his voice wavering as he shivered from Rodney’s open need. John pulled out and slowly began fucking Rodney in long easy thrusts as he breathed huskily in his ear, “You know what I want to do?” Rodney shook his head and John continued, “I want to tie you up on the bed. Strap you down so you can’t move and you are totally at my mercy. I want to watch you squirm and beg me to fuck you and then I want to fuck you with a dildo. Or better yet, I want you to fuck yourself with a dildo because I asked you to.” He bit Rodney’s ear lightly, “Would you do that for me? Fuck yourself with a dildo while I watched. While I jerked off.” John was thrusting harder now, his own words and the visions they invoked bringing him closer to the edge.
Rodney cried out, “Ohgod, yes…anything you asked.” Sweat poured off both men, and John was slamming into Rodney harder and faster, his fingers leaving bruises on Rodney’s hips. He was so slick and tight and John knew it wouldn’t be long now. Rodney really had no clue how hot he was in the throes of passion. It was all right there in his face, in his responsiveness and John wanted him all to himself every chance he got. His hips jerked wildly into Rodney.
“Can you feel me, Rodney? Feel me getting harder, ready to fill your ass. Oh fuck, I’m so…close. Tell me, Rodney. What does it feel like? Touch yourself for me, and tell me how bad you want it.” John was gasping for air, his chest rising and falling in fast, shallow breathes as he tried to hold on a little longer. The tingle was there at the base of his spine, tightening the muscles, just on the edge of no return.
Rodney tried to lower his hand to obey, but John was pounding into him, making it difficult to maintain leverage and stroke himself at the same time. His other arm shook with the strain, but he couldn’t deny John and he fisted his cock and stuttered a response, “Feels good. Love being stretched and filled. Harder, need it…harder.”
“Oh yeah, Rodney. I’m gonna come real soon. Make me come. Tighten up that ass of yours around my cock.” Rodney clenched the muscles and cried out as John slammed into his prostate over and over.
John was fucking him as hard as he could, their bodies singing with energy and the need for release. Rodney was begging between sobs, “Let me… come. Need…to…come…John…oh…god…please.”
That was all John needed and with one last powerful thrust he ground between clenched teeth as he went over the edge, “COME FOR ME!”
Rodney stiffened in his grasp and shuttered uncontrollably. John could feel it. Could feel the muscles clamp down on his pulsing shaft and he couldn’t stop the stuttering thrusts as the intensity of his release took him higher and higher. He could hear Rodney screaming his name as his cock pulsed, releasing his seed deep in Rodney’s ass. He was only aware of the whiteness of pleasure that raced through his veins and every muscle tensed as he rode it out, barely able to support himself and Rodney as they quivered with satisfaction. He must not have succeeded because when awareness finally returned he was sitting on the floor between Rodney’s outstretched legs, leaning heavily into his chest in a boneless heap.
Rodney had his arms wrapped around him, his breathing heavy as he too recovered. Tiny aftershocks were making him twitch at regular intervals until even those died off with one final shudder. Rodney snorted tiredly, “Fuck!”
“Hmm.”
“That was really intense.”
John nodded, a smile gracing his face, “Yeah, it was. I can’t wait for the next round.”
Rodney sighed heavily, his body slumping behind John, “Oh god, you’re gonna kill me.”
“You love it,” laughed John. It was followed by silence and John turned to ask Rodney, worriedly, “You do, don’t you?” Rodney wasn’t looking at him and John felt a tightness in his chest, afraid that he’d done something wrong. It was really hard sometimes not to overdo the control thing when it was such a turn on and he worried that maybe he’d take it too far someday.
The silence seemed to last forever until Rodney grunted and rolled his eyes, “Yes, fine. I love it. Happy now?”
John grinned with relief and settled back into Rodney’s embrace. “Does this mean I can call you later, ‘cause I’m thinking you fucking yourself in the lab with a dildo would be really hot.”
Rodney banged the wall with his head, “Do you sit around all day thinking of ways to torture me?”
John slowly got to his feet and reached out to help Rodney to his feet, taking a minute to hold him close. He whispered in his ear, playfully, “Not all day.” He turned and began getting dressed as he added, “Just most of it.”
Rodney dropped his head to his chest as he finished dressing, “I need a nap.”
John gave him a kiss, patting him on the back before moving to the door. “Yeah, a nap is a good idea. You can pick up the dildo so you have it for later.” With that he opened the door and peeked out before leaving.
“Wait,” called Rodney after him, panicking. “Damn it, Sheppard, wait up. Can’t we talk about this?” Rodney was trying to sound demanding, doing his best to ignore the twinge of desire that raced south. God, he was a dead man.
Part Two
Author: chaps1870
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: NC17, PWP, no plot whatsoever. It's all for the sex, baby.
Summary: John has a control over Rodney that can’t be denied, even if he wanted to.
Warnings: Hmmm, dom/sub in a warped, weird sort of way.
This is for
misty4me. She had to listen to me bitch for weeks and then in the final hour she cheered me up with some smut. Thanks. :)John caught Rodney coming out of his lab and all but dragged him to the closest empty room he could find. The door was barely shut when his hands were frantically reaching for Rodney’s pants, intent on reaching the hardness he knew was waiting. Rodney was leaning into the wall, his hands scrambling for purchase as John unbuttoned his pants and they fell to the floor, bunching around his ankles.
Grinning, John’s fingers cupped Rodney’s balls, and they tightened in his grasp. “So hot. I love when you’re so hard.”
Rodney gasped, his eyes clenched tight, “Oh like you give me a choice. Damnit, I need to come.”
“Not yet,” whispered John in his ear, a single finger drifting back to tease Rodney’s opening. The muscle quivered at the slightest touch.
“Oh fuck…please John, let me come,” whined Rodney, his chest heaving with desire.
“I will, I promise,” breathed John, licking the sensitive skin under Rodney’s ear. “I want to hear you beg. So fucking hot when you beg.”
Rodney was gasping for air, the need overwhelming him, “Please, oh god. Just let me come this time. I need to come. I’ll do whatever you want if you just let me come.” He dropped his head on John’s shoulder and sighed in despair, “It hurts.”
John continued to tease him, stroking Rodney’s hard, weeping length as he nibbled on his ear lobe, “I know, but it’s a good hurt and I know you love this.”
Nodding into John’s shoulder, Rodney whimpered, “Yes, but…but…oh god, John, I didn’t think it would be like this.”
“I told you it would be this way. You let them do it,” said John, his voice not exactly sympathetic nor malicious.
“I know.” Rodney sucked in a breath of air when John tongued his ear and a finger breached his opening. “I didn’t…oh fuck…right there. I’m so close…close. Tell me to come.”
“Shhh. Soon.” John was kissing him, his tongue darting into his mouth while a finger slipped inside his ass and Rodney couldn’t stop himself from bearing down, pushing John’s finger deeper. “I love teasing you, seeing you like this. I love controlling you, Rodney. I want to fuck you so hard and hear you beg me for it.” Adding a second finger, John growled as he pushed against Rodney’s prostate, knowing how it affected him, “How bad do you want it?”
Sweating, Rodney hissed at the twinge of pain that two fingers brought, his cock hardening even more as it leaked with need. “Harder. Fuck, I need more.”
Mouth moving lower, John nipped at Rodney’s neck, sucking hard at the vein that stood out in relief, knowing it would leave a mark, his mark. Removing his fingers, he turned Rodney to face the wall and quickly re-inserted three fingers this time. His own breaths were coming faster, his aching cock straining the fabric of his pants. “Beg me, Rodney. Let me know how bad you want it.” Giving Rodney no time to adjust as he thrust his fingers in and out of his ass, he was rewarded when Rodney pushed back desperately, pleading, “Oh god, more. I need you.” He was practically crying with the need for release.
He begged between gasps, his whole body trembling now, “Please, please, please…need more, need it harder. I need to come.”
“Oh god, Rodney, you have no idea what you do to me. I love when you get this way.” John used his free hand to undo his pants, reaching in to pull his pulsing cock free of the confining material. It felt almost too good and he gripped the base of his shaft to keep from coming too soon, while his other hand finger fucked Rodney until he was meeting him with every upward thrust, mewling for more. John couldn’t take it and leaned forward. Through gritted teeth, he demanded of his lover, “Touch yourself. Stroke it hard and fast so I can see you come. I want to fuck you and I need lube.” It wasn’t romantic and it wasn’t tender, it was raw emotion that needed release.
Rodney’s hand shot to his cock and he cried out as he touched himself, stroking it just as John asked, his hips moving in time with his fist as he pushed back on John’s fingers. He couldn’t believe the intensity of it all, it was more than he thought possible and he never knew there was a side of him that needed this. Needed someone to just take over and let him have what he’d buried deep. He would never have told a soul if it hadn’t been for the natives on M87-SK1. Long story, short, Rodney and John bared their deepest fantasies and Rodney had agreed to John’s wishes. The natives bound them together in a bizarre little ceremony and Rodney could no longer deny John his deepest desires. Okay, they meshed nicely with his own, but even then he hadn’t realized the depth of John’s desire for control. Not that he could complain, since John was bound to him as well and found ways to meet Rodney’s needs at the same time. Strange how they didn’t know each other as well as they thought even after being together for three months. He had to admit that this was much better.
The fingers in his ass were suddenly gone, making Rodney gasp out loud at the loss as he returned to the here and now. The hand on his cock moved faster, needing release. John leaned heavily into his back and moaned over his shoulder, “Come for me, Rodney.”
Hand squeezing harder and cock twitching, Rodney followed John’s orders, crying out as a day of holding out came screaming forth, “Ohgodohgodohgod…coming…fuck!” Rodney came hard. Really, really hard and only John kept him from falling as his body spasmed on command. John’s hand was there collecting his release and Rodney couldn’t even open his eyes as tears were forced through tightly closed lids from the intensity of it.
He was only vaguely aware of the burning stretch as John entered him from behind and he might have whimpered. John was breathing harshly in his ear as he pushed into his ass, “So tight, Rodney. You make me want to fuck you so hard you scream.” His breath hitched as he buried himself balls deep in Rodney’s ass, “I want you hard again. I want to make you scream, Rodney.”
Rodney’s breath was coming in small gasps as he tried to regain his breath, and even though he thought it impossible, he was getting hard again. It was almost too much and he cried, “No, John, I can’t. Please don’t make me.”
John was moving slowly in and out of his ass, teasing his prostate with every thrust. He stopped and held himself still as he rubbed Rodney’s back in small circles. His voice was husky with lust and desire as he spoke, “You can do it, Rodney. I love when you get hard. I’d make you hard all the time if I could get away with it. I love that you come whenever I ask. Watching you come is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Rodney shook his head, his emotions warring with the need to follow John’s command. The desire to please John, to submit to the bond overwhelming all else and he moaned as his cock swelled, “It’s too much. Please, John.”
A finger danced over his nipple and Rodney jerked, his cock tightening and making his breath catch at the sudden ecstasy that raced from his nipple to his groin. He couldn’t stop himself from crying out, “More.”
John pulled out almost all the way and slammed into Rodney hard forcing him into the wall with a grunt of pain and pleasure. “Put your hands on the wall so I can fuck you hard.”
Rodney didn’t even hesitate and he braced himself for a hard fucking, wanting it as much as John did. “Do it.”
“Patience, Rodney. I want you hard and begging for it.” John’s fingers found his nipple and pinched it.
Rodney yelped and forced John deeper as he pushed back on the cock in his ass. “Please.”
John twisted harder, and pounded his ass. Rodney was bucking into him wildly, desperate. John pulled his nipples, moaning hoarsely in his ear. “Tell me, Rodney. Tell me what you want.”
Shaking and sweating, Rodney closed his eyes and dropped his head, unable to say the words. John slowed his pace, licking at the saltiness on Rodney’s shoulder as he spoke with a hard edge, “You can’t come until I tell you to. Is that what you want?”
Rodney nodded sharply, “Harder, do it harder.” John smiled and twisted Rodney’s nipples almost viciously, knowing how sensitive they were and how much Rodney loved the hint of pain. It was hard for Rodney to admit he liked the intensity the pain invoked and how close it brought him to release. John knew though and he loved making Rodney wait while he pounded his ass and took him to new heights. He doubted Rodney would ever have held out if it weren’t for the bond they shared now. John knew he’d never be able to hold out like Rodney did. Going for hours, sometimes all day without coming. It was so hot and even though John knew it was torture for Rodney, neither man could give it up now. It was an itch that wouldn’t go away.
John was biting Rodney’s shoulders while his fingers pinched and pulled his nipples and Rodney was panting harshly meeting John’s thrusts. He couldn’t take it any more and he dropped a hand to his blood red erection, stroking it hard as he begged, “Harder, fuck me harder, damnit.”
Snapping at him, John grabbed Rodney’s hips in a white knuckled grip, “Grab the wall. I want to hear you scream.”
Rodney’s hand went back to the wall as if it were burned and he blushed red, knowing he’d screwed up. “Sorry, sorry.”
John smiled warmly and loosened his hold as he nuzzled Rodney’s neck. “I’ll make it good for you.”
Nodding, Rodney tried to relax, his whole body was thrumming with need and he moaned, “Please, John. I can’t take much more.”
“I know, don’t come yet,” said John, his voice wavering as he shivered from Rodney’s open need. John pulled out and slowly began fucking Rodney in long easy thrusts as he breathed huskily in his ear, “You know what I want to do?” Rodney shook his head and John continued, “I want to tie you up on the bed. Strap you down so you can’t move and you are totally at my mercy. I want to watch you squirm and beg me to fuck you and then I want to fuck you with a dildo. Or better yet, I want you to fuck yourself with a dildo because I asked you to.” He bit Rodney’s ear lightly, “Would you do that for me? Fuck yourself with a dildo while I watched. While I jerked off.” John was thrusting harder now, his own words and the visions they invoked bringing him closer to the edge.
Rodney cried out, “Ohgod, yes…anything you asked.” Sweat poured off both men, and John was slamming into Rodney harder and faster, his fingers leaving bruises on Rodney’s hips. He was so slick and tight and John knew it wouldn’t be long now. Rodney really had no clue how hot he was in the throes of passion. It was all right there in his face, in his responsiveness and John wanted him all to himself every chance he got. His hips jerked wildly into Rodney.
“Can you feel me, Rodney? Feel me getting harder, ready to fill your ass. Oh fuck, I’m so…close. Tell me, Rodney. What does it feel like? Touch yourself for me, and tell me how bad you want it.” John was gasping for air, his chest rising and falling in fast, shallow breathes as he tried to hold on a little longer. The tingle was there at the base of his spine, tightening the muscles, just on the edge of no return.
Rodney tried to lower his hand to obey, but John was pounding into him, making it difficult to maintain leverage and stroke himself at the same time. His other arm shook with the strain, but he couldn’t deny John and he fisted his cock and stuttered a response, “Feels good. Love being stretched and filled. Harder, need it…harder.”
“Oh yeah, Rodney. I’m gonna come real soon. Make me come. Tighten up that ass of yours around my cock.” Rodney clenched the muscles and cried out as John slammed into his prostate over and over.
John was fucking him as hard as he could, their bodies singing with energy and the need for release. Rodney was begging between sobs, “Let me… come. Need…to…come…John…oh…god…please.”
That was all John needed and with one last powerful thrust he ground between clenched teeth as he went over the edge, “COME FOR ME!”
Rodney stiffened in his grasp and shuttered uncontrollably. John could feel it. Could feel the muscles clamp down on his pulsing shaft and he couldn’t stop the stuttering thrusts as the intensity of his release took him higher and higher. He could hear Rodney screaming his name as his cock pulsed, releasing his seed deep in Rodney’s ass. He was only aware of the whiteness of pleasure that raced through his veins and every muscle tensed as he rode it out, barely able to support himself and Rodney as they quivered with satisfaction. He must not have succeeded because when awareness finally returned he was sitting on the floor between Rodney’s outstretched legs, leaning heavily into his chest in a boneless heap.
Rodney had his arms wrapped around him, his breathing heavy as he too recovered. Tiny aftershocks were making him twitch at regular intervals until even those died off with one final shudder. Rodney snorted tiredly, “Fuck!”
“Hmm.”
“That was really intense.”
John nodded, a smile gracing his face, “Yeah, it was. I can’t wait for the next round.”
Rodney sighed heavily, his body slumping behind John, “Oh god, you’re gonna kill me.”
“You love it,” laughed John. It was followed by silence and John turned to ask Rodney, worriedly, “You do, don’t you?” Rodney wasn’t looking at him and John felt a tightness in his chest, afraid that he’d done something wrong. It was really hard sometimes not to overdo the control thing when it was such a turn on and he worried that maybe he’d take it too far someday.
The silence seemed to last forever until Rodney grunted and rolled his eyes, “Yes, fine. I love it. Happy now?”
John grinned with relief and settled back into Rodney’s embrace. “Does this mean I can call you later, ‘cause I’m thinking you fucking yourself in the lab with a dildo would be really hot.”
Rodney banged the wall with his head, “Do you sit around all day thinking of ways to torture me?”
John slowly got to his feet and reached out to help Rodney to his feet, taking a minute to hold him close. He whispered in his ear, playfully, “Not all day.” He turned and began getting dressed as he added, “Just most of it.”
Rodney dropped his head to his chest as he finished dressing, “I need a nap.”
John gave him a kiss, patting him on the back before moving to the door. “Yeah, a nap is a good idea. You can pick up the dildo so you have it for later.” With that he opened the door and peeked out before leaving.
“Wait,” called Rodney after him, panicking. “Damn it, Sheppard, wait up. Can’t we talk about this?” Rodney was trying to sound demanding, doing his best to ignore the twinge of desire that raced south. God, he was a dead man.
Part Two
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