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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.
Link to Part One
Part Three
“Rodney,” John singsonged in his ear, and Rodney’s head jerked to the time bar on his computer. Shit, was it midnight already?
He was about to protest when the door to his lab slid closed and the loudness of the lock snicking into place startled him. Fiddling with his radio, he keyed it, assured the remaining conversation would be private. “Oh, that is so funny, Colonel.” He added smugly, “I might point out that having me locked in while you are out there doesn’t do you a lot of good.”
“I’m sure I can come up with something to occupy my time,” answered John. Rodney could already feel the sweat breaking out on his forehead. The cocky bastard had something planned and Rodney could only think about what lay hidden in his desk like a telltale heart. Reaching absently for his coffee he took a drink when John’s voice shook him from his thoughts. “I was thinking it would be cool if I listened while you jerked off.”
Coffee spewed over his computer screen and he choked on the remainder. Sucking air, Rodney cursed as he used the back of his sleeve to get the worst of it. “Damn it. Do you know how hard it is to replace a laptop?”
John’s laughter could be heard over the earpiece as Rodney wiped away the coffee on his face. “What, you didn’t see that coming?”
“No, I didn’t see that coming,” huffed Rodney. Okay, he hadn’t actually seen that specific lewd comment coming, so technically he wasn’t lying. “Some of us actually work for a living.”
“All work and no play makes Rodney a dull boy,” quipped Sheppard.
Rodney snorted, “All play and no work makes us dead, Colonel.”
“Not tonight, Rodney. Don’t you think it would be hot if you reached into your pants and started playing with yourself while I listened to all those cute little noises you make?”
“I don’t make cute little noises,” claimed Rodney indignantly, squirming at the thought of touching himself. No, he wasn’t going to give in that easily. His hand was itching to get in his pants, and his fingers danced nervously on his thigh as he tried to concentrate on the screen in front of him.
A voice whispered in his ear, “Do it for me.”
The data on the screen had his conscious mind but John had his unconscious mind and his fingers moved, deftly undoing the top button of his pants, allowing his hand to slip in and palm his semi-hard flesh. He sighed at the contact, his eyes continuing to scan the information in front of him. His hand moved of its own accord, pulling and tugging his cock until his eyes began to blur and he could no longer focus on anything but his own pleasure. Pushing his chair back, he stretched out his long legs and slumped further into his chair. Fingers popped the remaining buttons on his pants, allowing for more room as his cock hardened.
His breathing was heavier, his body sweating as John’s voice lulled him, “Nice and slow. I want it to last.”
Rodney’s eyes closed and his head lolled back as his hand worked his still cloth covered cock, slow and easy. He was drifting in the sensations, his need rising despite the laziness of his actions. John must have heard a change. “No coming yet, Rodney. Relax. Get rid of some that tension you’re always complaining about.”
“I complain when you won’t let me come, you bastard. How does that help my stress level?” Lifting up, he tried to shimmy out of his pants without actually releasing the hold on his now heavy cock.
John ignored him, sighing breathily in his ear, “Leave your pants on.”
Freezing in place, Rodney stuttered, “How did… you couldn’t…” He slumped back into the chair. Fisting his cock inside his boxers, he muttered, “I hate you.”
“I didn’t say you couldn’t come, just not yet. I’m thinking how hot it is with your hand in your pants, rubbing that thick cock of yours until it starts dripping.”
Rodney’s hand stroked faster, gathering the moisture that leaked from the tip of his cock, mirroring John’s words. He panted, “Oh fuck. Keep talking.”
It was a tight fit with his hand inside his pants, his palm pressing firmly along his length. He stretched out in his chair, relieving some of the discomfort. The only thing he wanted at the moment, besides getting off, because really it was impossible to ignore the fact that he was so fucking hard it hurt and he wanted to come really, really bad… Where was he? Oh yeah, naked. He wanted to be naked so he could use his other hand. To reach down and play with his balls or better yet, reach back and touch his ass, because that would be like heaven at the moment.
“God, I wish I could see you, Rodney. Your hand down your pants, watching it move up and down that long cock of yours.”
Rodney’s whole body shuddered and he squeezed the base of his shaft to keep from coming as John whispered in his ear. “Please, John,” Rodney whimpered, clamping harder on his cock. It was pulsing painfully under his hand and he sucked in deep breath as he tried to regain some control.
“I’m almost there and then I’m going to watch you come in your pants. Then I’m going to bend you over your desk and fuck you with that dildo you have hidden in your desk.”
Reaching down, Rodney had to squeeze his cloth covered balls to keep from coming. He had to stop his stroking or risk coming before John could get there. He knew from experience that if that happened John would take his pleasure and that would be the end of it… and god, Rodney didn’t want it to end.
“Come on, Rodney. Keep up here. Don’t stop. I want you hard and ready.” John was a little breathless as he spoke, spurring Rodney’s hand into action.
Rodney hissed out between clenched teeth, “I am, you bastard. Hurry the fuck up.” His head fell back as he closed his eyes, his mouth open as he sucked in air to keep from coming. It was something to concentrate on besides the growing ache in his cock.
Hearing the door, he knew John had entered and his cock jerked in his hand.
John froze as he took in Rodney’s appearance. Stretched out in the chair, Rodney shot him a wild eyed look, his face red with exertion. He could see Rodney’s arm moving but his hand was hidden in his pants, pumping his cock that was barely visible over the elastic of his boxers. The tip was a deep red, almost purple, glistening with precome. John stared, transfixed by the sight. His fingers frantically unbuttoned his pants as he moved closer. Half hunched over, his jaw clamped tight to fight off the impending orgasm.
Fuck, Rodney was totally hot, sitting there jacking off for him. For him. His whole body screamed at John to do something and they were both too close to drag it out. Rodney’s breath was fast and shallow as he stared back, his eyes dark and dilated with desire. Hair clung to his head and sweat beaded on his face as he panted, almost in a sob, “Please.”
John nodded as he placed himself directly in front of Rodney between his chair and the desk. Finally freeing his pulsing cock from his constraining BDU’s, John stroked himself fast and hard, needing to come. Hearing Rodney over his radio had been harder than he thought it would be, both figuratively and literally. Rodney didn’t know the meaning of quiet and though he said little, the earpiece was never silent. The little breathy moans were almost John’s undoing. He’d almost ducked into more than one closet on the way to the lab to finish off what Rodney had started.
“Damn, Rodney, that is so fucking hot,” moaned John. Straddling Rodney’s thighs, he leaned in close, bracing his hand on the back of the chair. “Suck me.”
Rodney’s free hand shot out and he grabbed his balls through his pants, pulling as he panted sharply. “Oh fuck.”
John was shaking as he nudged Rodney’s mouth with his heavy cock, “Take it.”
Opening his mouth, Rodney practically swallowed John whole and his hips bucked forward. As he tried to pull away so as not to gag him, Rodney grabbed the back of his thigh and tugged him closer. Knuckles white, John gripped the chair harder and started thrusting in Rodney’s mouth, easing some of the throbbing ache in his cock. Rodney was sucking him down deep into his throat as if his life depended on it, moaning as he buried his nose in the coarse hairs at the base of John’s cock.
Closing his eyes didn’t help as Rodney slurped and sucked him as greedily. John gasped harshly at the incredible pleasure. Grabbing the chair in a death grip, his free hand gripped Rodney’s head tightly, holding him firmly in place. He couldn’t stop himself and thrust forward once hitting the back of Rodney’s throat, When Rodney didn’t struggle, he did it again, harder then harder again until he convulsed in the warm heat of Rodney’s mouth. The band of muscle in Rodney’s throat clenched, milking him, making him dizzy as lost himself in the sensation for several long seconds.
When at last he took a shuddering breath, he stared intently at his lover. Rodney looked up at him, wide eyed, on the verge of panic even as he stroked his cock frantically. When Rodney’s eyes started to roll back in his head, John realized that Rodney couldn’t breathe with a semi-hard cock still blocking his airway. Guilty, he pulled out, muttering, “Sorry, sorry. You can come.”
Bucking wildly as he tried to suck air into lungs that didn’t want to work. Rodney’s body arched suddenly, nearly unbalancing John. His hand didn’t stop it’s frenzied pace and his release came a mere second later, pulsing out in thick globs to coat his shirt and belly. Rodney’s eyes shot open as it pumped out, his mouth open in a desperate attempt for air, but his body was too tense to even draw a breath. When he still hadn’t drawn a breath, John began to worry. Rodney’s face was bright red as he continued to come, covering himself with his release. When at last the body gave up and demanded air, Rodney slumped in the chair, his cock still twitching in his hand as he passed out.
Freaked for a moment, John checked for a pulse, letting go of the breath he was holding when he found one. Kneeling, he pulled Rodney with him to the floor, holding him to his chest as he lightly stroked his sweat-soaked hair. It was enough to jar his lover and Rodney jerked awake, gasping for air as fine tremors assaulted him. He cried out against John’s shoulder, “Oh fuck.”
“Too much?” asked John, his own heart racing, afraid he’d taken it too far this time.
Rodney whimpered, “Fuck yes. No. God, that was intense.” He added in a stronger voice as he rubbed his sweat covered face on John’s shoulder, “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you? Death by orgasm. I’m losing brain cells every time you make me wait like that. Some day, when we die a painfully horrible death because I’m no longer a genius, I’m blaming you.”
John smiled, pushing Rodney away enough to kiss him, effectively stopping any further comment. The man didn’t have a clue how hot he was and John shivered at the thought. Rodney never did anything by halves and he’d embraced the whole submissiveness with the same passion he did with everything else. Oh, he bitched and moaned about it, but he never once shied away from it. John took great care not to abuse the privilege. They had a safe word and John knew Rodney would use it if he had to. They’d had a very long conversation about the rules of their relationship. It still amazed John at the level of trust Rodney placed in him.
“Can I fuck you with the dildo now?” asked John, his voice low and husky as he spoke.
TBC
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.
Link to Part One
Part Three
“Rodney,” John singsonged in his ear, and Rodney’s head jerked to the time bar on his computer. Shit, was it midnight already?
He was about to protest when the door to his lab slid closed and the loudness of the lock snicking into place startled him. Fiddling with his radio, he keyed it, assured the remaining conversation would be private. “Oh, that is so funny, Colonel.” He added smugly, “I might point out that having me locked in while you are out there doesn’t do you a lot of good.”
“I’m sure I can come up with something to occupy my time,” answered John. Rodney could already feel the sweat breaking out on his forehead. The cocky bastard had something planned and Rodney could only think about what lay hidden in his desk like a telltale heart. Reaching absently for his coffee he took a drink when John’s voice shook him from his thoughts. “I was thinking it would be cool if I listened while you jerked off.”
Coffee spewed over his computer screen and he choked on the remainder. Sucking air, Rodney cursed as he used the back of his sleeve to get the worst of it. “Damn it. Do you know how hard it is to replace a laptop?”
John’s laughter could be heard over the earpiece as Rodney wiped away the coffee on his face. “What, you didn’t see that coming?”
“No, I didn’t see that coming,” huffed Rodney. Okay, he hadn’t actually seen that specific lewd comment coming, so technically he wasn’t lying. “Some of us actually work for a living.”
“All work and no play makes Rodney a dull boy,” quipped Sheppard.
Rodney snorted, “All play and no work makes us dead, Colonel.”
“Not tonight, Rodney. Don’t you think it would be hot if you reached into your pants and started playing with yourself while I listened to all those cute little noises you make?”
“I don’t make cute little noises,” claimed Rodney indignantly, squirming at the thought of touching himself. No, he wasn’t going to give in that easily. His hand was itching to get in his pants, and his fingers danced nervously on his thigh as he tried to concentrate on the screen in front of him.
A voice whispered in his ear, “Do it for me.”
The data on the screen had his conscious mind but John had his unconscious mind and his fingers moved, deftly undoing the top button of his pants, allowing his hand to slip in and palm his semi-hard flesh. He sighed at the contact, his eyes continuing to scan the information in front of him. His hand moved of its own accord, pulling and tugging his cock until his eyes began to blur and he could no longer focus on anything but his own pleasure. Pushing his chair back, he stretched out his long legs and slumped further into his chair. Fingers popped the remaining buttons on his pants, allowing for more room as his cock hardened.
His breathing was heavier, his body sweating as John’s voice lulled him, “Nice and slow. I want it to last.”
Rodney’s eyes closed and his head lolled back as his hand worked his still cloth covered cock, slow and easy. He was drifting in the sensations, his need rising despite the laziness of his actions. John must have heard a change. “No coming yet, Rodney. Relax. Get rid of some that tension you’re always complaining about.”
“I complain when you won’t let me come, you bastard. How does that help my stress level?” Lifting up, he tried to shimmy out of his pants without actually releasing the hold on his now heavy cock.
John ignored him, sighing breathily in his ear, “Leave your pants on.”
Freezing in place, Rodney stuttered, “How did… you couldn’t…” He slumped back into the chair. Fisting his cock inside his boxers, he muttered, “I hate you.”
“I didn’t say you couldn’t come, just not yet. I’m thinking how hot it is with your hand in your pants, rubbing that thick cock of yours until it starts dripping.”
Rodney’s hand stroked faster, gathering the moisture that leaked from the tip of his cock, mirroring John’s words. He panted, “Oh fuck. Keep talking.”
It was a tight fit with his hand inside his pants, his palm pressing firmly along his length. He stretched out in his chair, relieving some of the discomfort. The only thing he wanted at the moment, besides getting off, because really it was impossible to ignore the fact that he was so fucking hard it hurt and he wanted to come really, really bad… Where was he? Oh yeah, naked. He wanted to be naked so he could use his other hand. To reach down and play with his balls or better yet, reach back and touch his ass, because that would be like heaven at the moment.
“God, I wish I could see you, Rodney. Your hand down your pants, watching it move up and down that long cock of yours.”
Rodney’s whole body shuddered and he squeezed the base of his shaft to keep from coming as John whispered in his ear. “Please, John,” Rodney whimpered, clamping harder on his cock. It was pulsing painfully under his hand and he sucked in deep breath as he tried to regain some control.
“I’m almost there and then I’m going to watch you come in your pants. Then I’m going to bend you over your desk and fuck you with that dildo you have hidden in your desk.”
Reaching down, Rodney had to squeeze his cloth covered balls to keep from coming. He had to stop his stroking or risk coming before John could get there. He knew from experience that if that happened John would take his pleasure and that would be the end of it… and god, Rodney didn’t want it to end.
“Come on, Rodney. Keep up here. Don’t stop. I want you hard and ready.” John was a little breathless as he spoke, spurring Rodney’s hand into action.
Rodney hissed out between clenched teeth, “I am, you bastard. Hurry the fuck up.” His head fell back as he closed his eyes, his mouth open as he sucked in air to keep from coming. It was something to concentrate on besides the growing ache in his cock.
Hearing the door, he knew John had entered and his cock jerked in his hand.
John froze as he took in Rodney’s appearance. Stretched out in the chair, Rodney shot him a wild eyed look, his face red with exertion. He could see Rodney’s arm moving but his hand was hidden in his pants, pumping his cock that was barely visible over the elastic of his boxers. The tip was a deep red, almost purple, glistening with precome. John stared, transfixed by the sight. His fingers frantically unbuttoned his pants as he moved closer. Half hunched over, his jaw clamped tight to fight off the impending orgasm.
Fuck, Rodney was totally hot, sitting there jacking off for him. For him. His whole body screamed at John to do something and they were both too close to drag it out. Rodney’s breath was fast and shallow as he stared back, his eyes dark and dilated with desire. Hair clung to his head and sweat beaded on his face as he panted, almost in a sob, “Please.”
John nodded as he placed himself directly in front of Rodney between his chair and the desk. Finally freeing his pulsing cock from his constraining BDU’s, John stroked himself fast and hard, needing to come. Hearing Rodney over his radio had been harder than he thought it would be, both figuratively and literally. Rodney didn’t know the meaning of quiet and though he said little, the earpiece was never silent. The little breathy moans were almost John’s undoing. He’d almost ducked into more than one closet on the way to the lab to finish off what Rodney had started.
“Damn, Rodney, that is so fucking hot,” moaned John. Straddling Rodney’s thighs, he leaned in close, bracing his hand on the back of the chair. “Suck me.”
Rodney’s free hand shot out and he grabbed his balls through his pants, pulling as he panted sharply. “Oh fuck.”
John was shaking as he nudged Rodney’s mouth with his heavy cock, “Take it.”
Opening his mouth, Rodney practically swallowed John whole and his hips bucked forward. As he tried to pull away so as not to gag him, Rodney grabbed the back of his thigh and tugged him closer. Knuckles white, John gripped the chair harder and started thrusting in Rodney’s mouth, easing some of the throbbing ache in his cock. Rodney was sucking him down deep into his throat as if his life depended on it, moaning as he buried his nose in the coarse hairs at the base of John’s cock.
Closing his eyes didn’t help as Rodney slurped and sucked him as greedily. John gasped harshly at the incredible pleasure. Grabbing the chair in a death grip, his free hand gripped Rodney’s head tightly, holding him firmly in place. He couldn’t stop himself and thrust forward once hitting the back of Rodney’s throat, When Rodney didn’t struggle, he did it again, harder then harder again until he convulsed in the warm heat of Rodney’s mouth. The band of muscle in Rodney’s throat clenched, milking him, making him dizzy as lost himself in the sensation for several long seconds.
When at last he took a shuddering breath, he stared intently at his lover. Rodney looked up at him, wide eyed, on the verge of panic even as he stroked his cock frantically. When Rodney’s eyes started to roll back in his head, John realized that Rodney couldn’t breathe with a semi-hard cock still blocking his airway. Guilty, he pulled out, muttering, “Sorry, sorry. You can come.”
Bucking wildly as he tried to suck air into lungs that didn’t want to work. Rodney’s body arched suddenly, nearly unbalancing John. His hand didn’t stop it’s frenzied pace and his release came a mere second later, pulsing out in thick globs to coat his shirt and belly. Rodney’s eyes shot open as it pumped out, his mouth open in a desperate attempt for air, but his body was too tense to even draw a breath. When he still hadn’t drawn a breath, John began to worry. Rodney’s face was bright red as he continued to come, covering himself with his release. When at last the body gave up and demanded air, Rodney slumped in the chair, his cock still twitching in his hand as he passed out.
Freaked for a moment, John checked for a pulse, letting go of the breath he was holding when he found one. Kneeling, he pulled Rodney with him to the floor, holding him to his chest as he lightly stroked his sweat-soaked hair. It was enough to jar his lover and Rodney jerked awake, gasping for air as fine tremors assaulted him. He cried out against John’s shoulder, “Oh fuck.”
“Too much?” asked John, his own heart racing, afraid he’d taken it too far this time.
Rodney whimpered, “Fuck yes. No. God, that was intense.” He added in a stronger voice as he rubbed his sweat covered face on John’s shoulder, “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you? Death by orgasm. I’m losing brain cells every time you make me wait like that. Some day, when we die a painfully horrible death because I’m no longer a genius, I’m blaming you.”
John smiled, pushing Rodney away enough to kiss him, effectively stopping any further comment. The man didn’t have a clue how hot he was and John shivered at the thought. Rodney never did anything by halves and he’d embraced the whole submissiveness with the same passion he did with everything else. Oh, he bitched and moaned about it, but he never once shied away from it. John took great care not to abuse the privilege. They had a safe word and John knew Rodney would use it if he had to. They’d had a very long conversation about the rules of their relationship. It still amazed John at the level of trust Rodney placed in him.
“Can I fuck you with the dildo now?” asked John, his voice low and husky as he spoke.
TBC
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