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Title: Bonded
Author: chaps1870
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: NC17, PWP
Summary: John has a control over Rodney that can’t be denied, even if he wanted to.
I really wasn't going to do any more with this but sometimes the brain just needs to be purged so I can move on to other things.
Link to Part One
Part Two
“McKay.”
“I’m busy, go away,” answered Rodney, head propped on his hand as he punched keys on his computer. He didn’t even bother to look up at John.
John stepped around the desk, leaning against the edge in full view of McKay. The lab was empty, everyone likely at lunch. Rodney was still ignoring him. “Did you bring it with you?”
Rodney kept his head down, but reached for the draw of his desk. Opening it, John was able to see he had in fact brought the dildo to the labs. “Cool.”
“Yes, yes, very cool. Now go away, I have work to do,” said Rodney, absently dismissing John, his eyes never leaving the screen in front of him.
“How about a blow job?” asked John, rubbing at the front of his pants. He was already hard just thinking about later.
Rodney’s head jerked up, eyes wide as he squeaked, “Here? Are you nuts? Anybody could walk in.”
At that moment the door slid shut and John grinned, “Better make it fast then.” He was unbuttoning his pants and pulling his hard length out before Rodney could argue further. Rodney was staring, swallowing hard as John stroked himself. “Suck me.”
“You enjoy this control thing way too much, Colonel,” said Rodney, even as he rolled his chair closer, opening his legs so John’s could stand between them.
John’s eyes darkened and his cock twitched when Rodney called him Colonel. He knew Rodney did it on purpose and he countered, “Be nice or I won’t let you come.” Dropping his hand to the back of Rodney’s neck, he whispered huskily, “Suck me.”
Rodney’s lips engulfed him in the next breath and John gasped, his hips jerking forward as the wet heat surrounded his aching flesh. “Fuck, Rodney.” His head went back as Rodney took him deeper and he fought the urge to thrust. Rodney’s natural enthusiasm with everything he did carried over to blowjobs. He licked and sucked John’s cock like it was his last meal, Rodney’s needy moans humming around his hardness.
“Take all it,” groaned John, dropping his head to watch Rodney’s eyes close as he leaned closer, taking John deeper. He felt the head of his cock hit the back of Rodney’s throat, the slight stutter of muscles resisting and then the tightness surrounding his crown as he slipped down his throat. “Oh, fuck yeah. Just like that.”
Rodney pulled back, looked up at John with dark, lust filled eyes and pushed onto him again, burying his nose in John’s coarse hair. His tongue played up and down his cock as Rodney sucked him whole. John’s fingers gripped Rodney’s hair, wanting to hold him as he fucked his mouth. He let Rodney set the pace until he felt hands on his ass, forcing his movements, faster…harder. Oh god, Rodney wanted this, wanted John to fuck his mouth. And he did. He slid his cock in and out, faster and harder, slamming into the back of Rodney’s throat, feeling the muscles of his throat constrict and resist with each thrust.
John was sucking air in sharply taking in Rodney’s blissful look and flushed face. His eyes dropped lower and he could see the hard outline of Rodney’s erection straining his pants and the tight clenched fists that rested on his thighs. Seeing Rodney so aroused just from sucking him was so fucking hot and John shivered. Then it started. The spasm of muscle in his back, at the base of his spine, spreading like wildfire to his balls. As they begin to tighten, pulling up against his cock, John gasped between breaths, “Come for me, Rodney.”
He felt it start, felt Rodney’s moan vibrate around his cock, pushing him over the edge as he pushed deep into Rodney’s throat, coming hard. Rodney’s eyes were wide as his body spasmed on command, his breath hitching and sending tremors to John’s cock, milking the last of his release. As his cock began to soften, John pulled away, allowing Rodney some much needed air as his own release peaked, his eyes rolling back and body tensing as he convulsed in ecstasy. Dropping to his knees, John supported Rodney as he shook in the aftermath. His hands rubbed soothing circles as he kissed and breathed in his ear, “So hot, Rodney. I love when you give it all to me like that.”
Rodney shuddered in his arms before his breathing began to ease and he pulled back enough look at John, thoroughly debauched. He muttered without conviction, “Bastard.”
John smiled, standing up to tuck himself back in. “Yeah, I can see how much you hate me at the moment.”
Looking down at the wet stain on his pants, Rodney shook his head, disgusted, “I can’t believe you made me do that.”
“I wouldn’t if wasn’t so damn hot,” shrugged John, innocently. “I can’t help myself.”
Rodney sneered, the normal vehemence absent from his voice, “Happy for you. Go get me some clean pants.”
John leaned over and gave Rodney a kiss, before straightening to leave. “Sure. I’ll even bring an extra pair in case I decide I need another break later.”
Dropping his head on the desk with a loud thud, Rodney moaned, “I really hate you.”
“Nah, you love me,” chimed John, flashing a lop-side grin at Rodney as he turned to leave. “Catch you later.”
Rodney grunted and pounded his head on the desk a couple more times for effect.
Part Three
Author: chaps1870
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: NC17, PWP
Summary: John has a control over Rodney that can’t be denied, even if he wanted to.
I really wasn't going to do any more with this but sometimes the brain just needs to be purged so I can move on to other things.
Link to Part One
Part Two
“McKay.”
“I’m busy, go away,” answered Rodney, head propped on his hand as he punched keys on his computer. He didn’t even bother to look up at John.
John stepped around the desk, leaning against the edge in full view of McKay. The lab was empty, everyone likely at lunch. Rodney was still ignoring him. “Did you bring it with you?”
Rodney kept his head down, but reached for the draw of his desk. Opening it, John was able to see he had in fact brought the dildo to the labs. “Cool.”
“Yes, yes, very cool. Now go away, I have work to do,” said Rodney, absently dismissing John, his eyes never leaving the screen in front of him.
“How about a blow job?” asked John, rubbing at the front of his pants. He was already hard just thinking about later.
Rodney’s head jerked up, eyes wide as he squeaked, “Here? Are you nuts? Anybody could walk in.”
At that moment the door slid shut and John grinned, “Better make it fast then.” He was unbuttoning his pants and pulling his hard length out before Rodney could argue further. Rodney was staring, swallowing hard as John stroked himself. “Suck me.”
“You enjoy this control thing way too much, Colonel,” said Rodney, even as he rolled his chair closer, opening his legs so John’s could stand between them.
John’s eyes darkened and his cock twitched when Rodney called him Colonel. He knew Rodney did it on purpose and he countered, “Be nice or I won’t let you come.” Dropping his hand to the back of Rodney’s neck, he whispered huskily, “Suck me.”
Rodney’s lips engulfed him in the next breath and John gasped, his hips jerking forward as the wet heat surrounded his aching flesh. “Fuck, Rodney.” His head went back as Rodney took him deeper and he fought the urge to thrust. Rodney’s natural enthusiasm with everything he did carried over to blowjobs. He licked and sucked John’s cock like it was his last meal, Rodney’s needy moans humming around his hardness.
“Take all it,” groaned John, dropping his head to watch Rodney’s eyes close as he leaned closer, taking John deeper. He felt the head of his cock hit the back of Rodney’s throat, the slight stutter of muscles resisting and then the tightness surrounding his crown as he slipped down his throat. “Oh, fuck yeah. Just like that.”
Rodney pulled back, looked up at John with dark, lust filled eyes and pushed onto him again, burying his nose in John’s coarse hair. His tongue played up and down his cock as Rodney sucked him whole. John’s fingers gripped Rodney’s hair, wanting to hold him as he fucked his mouth. He let Rodney set the pace until he felt hands on his ass, forcing his movements, faster…harder. Oh god, Rodney wanted this, wanted John to fuck his mouth. And he did. He slid his cock in and out, faster and harder, slamming into the back of Rodney’s throat, feeling the muscles of his throat constrict and resist with each thrust.
John was sucking air in sharply taking in Rodney’s blissful look and flushed face. His eyes dropped lower and he could see the hard outline of Rodney’s erection straining his pants and the tight clenched fists that rested on his thighs. Seeing Rodney so aroused just from sucking him was so fucking hot and John shivered. Then it started. The spasm of muscle in his back, at the base of his spine, spreading like wildfire to his balls. As they begin to tighten, pulling up against his cock, John gasped between breaths, “Come for me, Rodney.”
He felt it start, felt Rodney’s moan vibrate around his cock, pushing him over the edge as he pushed deep into Rodney’s throat, coming hard. Rodney’s eyes were wide as his body spasmed on command, his breath hitching and sending tremors to John’s cock, milking the last of his release. As his cock began to soften, John pulled away, allowing Rodney some much needed air as his own release peaked, his eyes rolling back and body tensing as he convulsed in ecstasy. Dropping to his knees, John supported Rodney as he shook in the aftermath. His hands rubbed soothing circles as he kissed and breathed in his ear, “So hot, Rodney. I love when you give it all to me like that.”
Rodney shuddered in his arms before his breathing began to ease and he pulled back enough look at John, thoroughly debauched. He muttered without conviction, “Bastard.”
John smiled, standing up to tuck himself back in. “Yeah, I can see how much you hate me at the moment.”
Looking down at the wet stain on his pants, Rodney shook his head, disgusted, “I can’t believe you made me do that.”
“I wouldn’t if wasn’t so damn hot,” shrugged John, innocently. “I can’t help myself.”
Rodney sneered, the normal vehemence absent from his voice, “Happy for you. Go get me some clean pants.”
John leaned over and gave Rodney a kiss, before straightening to leave. “Sure. I’ll even bring an extra pair in case I decide I need another break later.”
Dropping his head on the desk with a loud thud, Rodney moaned, “I really hate you.”
“Nah, you love me,” chimed John, flashing a lop-side grin at Rodney as he turned to leave. “Catch you later.”
Rodney grunted and pounded his head on the desk a couple more times for effect.
Part Three
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You expect me to go to sleep on that? I mean restful, sensible sleep? Uh-huh, thought so.
Never mind. Thanks for sharing this - oh sweet porn! I <3 this.
Hugs you
Skein
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Bwhahahaa,
Chaps
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That was very hot.....
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And I know it's against main idea (control and all), but I can't stop hoping for Rodney to get some kind of revenge ;D
I wonder if they ever make it to bed...
And did I mention I hate WIPs? :D
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