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Title: Room with a View
Author:Chaps
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: NC17
Chapter 3
Elizabeth stood at the end of Major Sheppard’s bed questioning Carson, “Why did they attack the John and Rodney and not Teyla or Aiden?”
Arms crossed, Carson answered, “Well it could be the gene, but I’d be more inclined to say it’s the drug in their system.”
Puzzled, she asked, “The drug?”
“Well it’s the only thing that makes sense. I’d bet the birds were drawn to the smell, and when Teyla covered them with her jacket, it hid the scent. If it were the gene, I doubt the jacket would have done any good.” He chuckled, “The birds mistook it for one of their own pheromones.”
“Will they be alright?”
“Aye. Most of the cuts were superficial. I cleaned them up and applied some antibiotics to take care of any nasties.” John had a large bandage on the back of his neck. He’d refused to let Carson cut his hair so the wounds on his head were cleaned and left unbandaged. Rodney’s hands and upper arms were wrapped as well and he was remaining oddly quiet in the next bed.
Looking at the two patients, Elizabeth spoke to them, “To be on the safe side, I think its best if we forego any more missions until this drug is out of your system. You can confine your exploring to the base for the remainder of the two weeks.” She raised her hand to clarify as they started to complain, “After Carson clears you for duty.”
“Well they can leave now, but I’d like to keep them on light duty until their wounds heal.” Both men were already on their feet and were ready to leave as soon as Carson spoke.
“Gentlemen, you heard the doctor. Nothing but light duty.”
Rodney was already halfway to the door, waving behind him as he left, “Yes, yes.”
Sheppard was right behind him, “Rodney, wait up.”
Stopping in the hall, Rodney dropped his head and slowly turned towards John, “What do you want that can’t wait until tomorrow? I could use some sleep.” He was heading towards the transport and Sheppard followed.
The door shut and John snapped in Rodney’s face, “What the hell happened back on the planet?”
Redness crept into Rodney’s face and he stammered, “Um…do you really need me to draw you a picture?”
Not expecting such blunt answer, Sheppard faltered, his anger fading, “Well no, but…”
Rodney backed into the corner of the lift and glared at him, “Now do you understand why I don’t want you touching me?” He tried to open the door and failed, John had them secured in the transport.
“Yeah I got that.” Leaning into the wall, he crossed his arms and asked, “So when were you going to tell me?”
Crossing his arms defiantly, Rodney asked back nervously, “Tell you what?”
“That you’re attracted to me.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
John reached out and grabbed Rodney’s shoulder and waited. It took only seconds before Rodney batted it away and moved to the opposite corner, turning so he could hide the erection straining in his pants. “Fine… are you happy now?”
“Why didn’t you ever say anything?”
Rodney snorted, “I’m gay Major. You are military. I can only imagine how well that would go over. Can we not have this conversation? I’d like to leave with at least some of my dignity intact. Would you open the door…please?”
John opened the door and watched Rodney leave, calling after him, “So does this go away on its own?”
Rodney ignored him and John watched him hasten his steps, thinking that the man did have a nice ass. Oh hell, where did that come from? Rodney was his friend, nothing more. It had to be the drug talking to him. He shook himself from his thoughts and headed to his room to alleviate the ache in his groin. Hell no wonder Rodney had a sudden aversion to touch. If the drug was more potent for Rodney, and it obviously was, the man had to have a hard-on from hell about now. Reaching down, Sheppard rearranged himself for the second or third time and wondered if he still had any chocolate stashed in his room.
A week had never seemed so long to Rodney and yet he’d somehow managed not to embarrass himself too badly. Not that the Sheppard was making it easy. Every time he turned around, John was trying to ply him with chocolate and offers for breakfast, lunch and supper. And touching, the man simply could not keep his hands to himself. Maybe he was always that touchy and Rodney simply never noticed it before. Each time, the Major would apologize but the gleam in his eye made it hard for Rodney to believe he felt all that sorry about it.
John on the other hand was having to deal with his own growing attraction for the scientist. He seemed to do alright until he found that he couldn’t be touching Rodney. It seemed unnatural not to be able to reach out for reassurance. He realized that he did it a lot and not being able to, was discomforting. The drug didn’t make it easy to ignore his feelings, especially since the potency was increasing daily and he’d lost count how many times he’d made a quick trip to his room. After a week and some reassessment on his part, Major John Sheppard had to admit that it wasn’t just friendship that made him want to spend time with Rodney McKay. Maybe it was the drug, he wasn’t sure but all of a sudden he began to take notice of the nice ass, the cheeky smile and blue eyes he could get lost in.
Knowing he was attracted to Rodney and acting on it were two different things. McKay had it in his head that he was die hard military straight man and changing that opinion wasn’t going to be easy. He’d tried chocolate and touching but that had only made the scientist nervous. It was time for plan B. Okay, he had no idea what plan B was, but there would definitely be one once he figured it out.
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Entering the transports, he turned to find Sheppard had joined him, “Would you stop following me. You’re worse than a stray dog.”
John ignored him and sidled closer to McKay who was trying to become one with the wall at his back. When he could go no further, he moved sideways and snapped at Sheppard, “What is it with you and transports? Can’t you just leave me alone for half a day?”
“Nope.” Placing his arms on either side of Rodney, he effectively trapped the man. Rodney stayed perfectly still, unwilling to touch the Major to get clear of him.
Rodney swallowed hard, feeling the blood rush south even without the Major’s touch and he asked, “What do you want?”
Sheppard leaned closer, still not touching. “We’ll I feel like I’ve been missing something and that perhaps we are denying the full potential of this drug.”
Snorting, Rodney didn’t immediately catch the fact that the Major had dropped his arm enough to make contact, “I’m not denying anything, Major. On the other hand I’m not stupid either… and if you don’t get your hand off me right now I’m going to come in my pants.”
“Really?” grinned John.
“YES! Now stop!” He pushed the hand off his shoulder and moved to the other side of the lift. “This isn’t some game to see how badly you can embarrass the geek!”
“That’s not what this is, Rodney,” said John, more serious now.
Rodney glared at him. “Then what? Cause I’m not getting it. We all know you are hopelessly straight and there is no way this would ever be more than a buddyfuck for you. Well I hate to disappoint you, Major but I’m not that shallow. I prefer a little more substance in my relationships.”
“Well, how do I know what I want if I don’t spend time with you, isn’t that the whole purpose of this experiment?”
“Don’t patronize me. I’m not some toy you can play with for your own pleasure.”
Reaching out, John stroked Rodney’s arm. “Well at this particular moment I was thinking more of your pleasure. I want to see you come.”
Rodney started trembling and sweat beaded on his brow as his erection began pulsing, screaming for attention. He stepped out of John’s grasp and stood facing the door. Panting heavily, he asked desperately, “Open the door.”
John stepped up behind him, suddenly feeling sorry and spoke Rodney’s name softly as he unconsciously touched him in comfort. Rodney’s reaction was instantaneous. He arched away from John’s hand, planted his own hands on the door for some sort of purchase. Not finding any, he clenched his teeth to keep from crying out as the tingle erupted into a full blown explosion from within. Light and sound coalesced into a single stream as wave after wave of ecstasy coursed through him. It seemed to go on forever and between John’s lingering touch and the mind-shattering orgasm it was all he could do to stay on his feet.
His mind wanted to shut down and just savor John’s touch on his skin, but self preservation dictated he convince himself it was a mere physical release. Embarrassed by the warmness in his pants, he ducked his head to hide the redness in his face. Taking only a few seconds to catch his breath, he stood up straight and with a quick sweep of his hand, wiped the sweat from his brow.
Squaring his shoulders, he stared straight forward, refusing to look at the Major, fearful of seeing his humiliation through Sheppard’s eyes. With as much dignity as he could muster he spoke, “I hope that satisfied your curiosity. Now if you’ll excuse me I’d like to go clean up.”
The door opened and Rodney hurried away. John shut the door just as quickly. If the scientist had cared to look he wouldn’t have seen disgust or awe or even a satisfied smug. He would have seen the heated desire in Sheppard’s dark eyes. The door barely closed when John’s hand found his own needy flesh and he closed his eyes, seeing Rodney’s face clenched tight with pleasure from only moments before. A few quick tugs on his pulsing shaft and he came hard, his seed covering the wall. His knees wanted to buckle and he willed himself to take some deep breaths as he leaned his forehead into the cool bulkhead. Regaining some of his composure, he noticed the mess on the wall. Stepping next to it, he brushed his pant leg against it, cleaning most of it away in a single swipe.
Exiting the transport, he looked down at his leg and nervously tried to wipe away the evidence. He continued walking, albeit on shaking legs and began thinking. Okay, it was time to rethink his plan again. First and foremost he wanted to see Rodney come again. Just the thought of being witness to it made him warm and despite his recent release he felt himself twitch. Drugs or not, watching Rodney come in his pants was without a doubt the most incredible thing he’d ever seen. He wanted…no…he needed to see it again.
Knowing he needed to apologize to Rodney he figured his room would be the best place. Standing outside his door, he debated just opening the door, but he’d already pushed his luck once today. He hit the door chime and waited. The answer was almost immediate, “Go away, Major.”
He opened the door anyway and stood against the door frame, looking contrite, “Look, I’m sorry. I’m new to this alright. I’ve…well…I’ve never been with a guy and I was curious. I admit it, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t a real turn on to see it.”
“It’s the drugs.”
“It’s not just the drugs. I… it’s… aw damn it Rodney, why are you making this so complicated. Why can’t you just enjoy it?”
“Because I know that in two days time it will all be gone and I’ll be the one picking up the pieces while you are off searching for a new conquest.”
“I wouldn’t do that.”
“Oh please, Major. I know you better than anyone,” huffed Rodney.
John was getting frustrated with Rodney’s stubbornness. “You act like you are the only one that can have any feelings in this. Did you stop to consider that maybe I might be attracted to you?”
Rodney stood up and walked to the door, stopping when he was next to Sheppard. He looked him right in the eye, the timbre of his voice sending shivers down John’s spine. “You’re playing with fire, Major. Don’t push your luck.” He walked away and John felt the red creep into his face and he slipped into Rodney’s room, shutting the door behind him. Sliding down the wall, he realized he was shaking. His groin was achingly hard and Rodney hadn’t even touched him. Burying his head in his hands, he wondered why it had taken him so long to see what was right in front of him all along.
Chapter 4
Rodney was pacing his lab, unable to actually get any work done. He was afraid if he started working and became absorbed in it, he’d lose the tactical advantage and Sheppard would be able to sneak up on him again. Twice yesterday, despite Rodney’s protests, the man had purposely touched him until he’d lost control. The secong time he was sitting at his desk totally oblivious to anything but the computer screen in front of him when the warm hands on his shoulders sent blood rushing to his groin. He’d tried pleading with the man to no avail.
He was shaking, and John had no idea how much control it was taking for the scientist not to throw him to the ground and fuck him blind. It was one thing to be attracted to the Major, but to be tormented by him was pushing Rodney closer to the edge. Sheppard had no experience with men and Rodney wasn’t going to take advantage of that or the drugs no matter how badly he wanted to, so he resorted to begging. “Please don’t do this.”
John tightened his hold on McKay’s shoulders and let his fingers massage the tight muscles there. He leaned over and whispered in Rodney’s ear, “Come for me again.”
The seductive voice and breath on his face was too much and Rodney did as he was told, coming hard for the second time that day. As the aftershocks receded, he buried his head in his hands and refused to speak to John other than to say in a deep, threatening tone, “Get out.”
*****
John was hiding out in the Puddlejumper. It was juvenile and Rodney would be the first to comment on his actions but then again, Rodney was the reason he was hiding out. He knew the scientist was pissed off at him, but he hadn’t been able to help himself the last few days. Tomorrow marked the end of the two weeks and he’d was determined to get the most out of Rodney. When Rodney growled at him to get out, John knew it was time to leave. So he sat in the Puddlejumper, fiddling with the controls when Rodney snuck up behind him.
Leaning over the pilot seat, Rodney’s voice was menacing as his hands dropped to Sheppard’s shoulders, gripping him firmly. “This is not a game and I am not one of your inexperienced bimbos. You think you know what you want, but you don’t have a clue. Your teasing would have gotten you fucked by now if it were anyone else but me.” His hands snaked into John’s shirt, expertly fingering his nipples while his tongue was doing some sort of erotic dance in and out of his ear.
Rodney continued to touch him and John’s hands grabbed for the armrests in a white knuckled grip, pushing back hard into the chair. He thought maybe he was whimpering but it was hard to hear over the rush of blood in his veins and the pounding of his heart. The air in the jumper must have thinned because as hard as he was breathing he couldn’t seem to get enough oxygen. When Rodney tweaked his nipple his whole world unraveled and for the briefest moment he thought his balls were being ripped away from the base of his shaft as he swelled in response.
His hips jerked and thrust upward and he couldn’t stop from crying out, “Ah…ah god, Rodney!!”
John’s world narrowed to a single pinpoint of sensation that threatened to tear him apart as it grew to epic proportions. When he thought he couldn’t take anymore and darkness began to encroach, the gut-wrenching spasms began to ease to where he could actually take a breath. His body still tensed and the aftershocks sent small spasms of added pleasure to his groin.
He vaguely heard Rodney’s words as he tried to recover and there was no mistaking the threat despite his fuzzy comprehension. “Do not play games with my emotions, Major! You may not get off so easy next time.”
John sat gasping for air and it would take several minutes before enough blood returned to his brain to form a coherent thought. When he finally gained a higher level of brain function, he found himself alone in the jumper feeling flushed and panting helplessly. Looking down at the wet spot on he pants he wondered why he suddenly felt as if was the one that had just been toyed with.
Standing on wobbly legs, he grabbed for his jacket and used it to hide the evidence as he made his way to his room. If he could come that hard with just a touch to his nipples he couldn’t imagine surviving much more. Tomorrow they were to return to the room and John Sheppard had no intention of letting the opportunity to be with Rodney pass by. McKay may be looking to end these two weeks, but John was determined to prove to the stubborn scientist that this was just the beginning.
**********
Rodney sat alone on the edge of the bed in the big room, waiting impatiently for Sheppard to show up. He should have waited for him but the thought of spending all that time en route in awkward silence wasn’t appealing enough to keep him from traveling the empty corridors alone.
While he’d been wanting this day to come, he dreaded it just the same. For two weeks he’d had John’s attention and even though it was undermined by the drug it was nice to be noticed and yes… even wooed with chocolate and dinner dates. Hanging his head with a sigh, he stood briefly and removed his vest and jacket before sitting back down to wait. Without power in this section of the city, it was warm in the sun-filled room.
John entered the room and was immediately hit by the heat, “Damn, it’s hot in here!”
Startled, Rodney jumped to his feet. “God I hate when you do that!”
Seeing that Rodney was already out of his gear, John took advantage of the opportunity and rid himself of his own gear. Grabbing the device they’d taken with them the first time, Rodney returned to the column they retrieved it from and placed it back in its niche. He looked at Sheppard and explained, “According to Elizabeth, we have to wait two hours.”
“Why so long?”
“If the relationship isn’t consummated in that time, the drugs are neutralized.”
Moving towards the balcony, John concentrated for a second and a couple of the glass panel swung open allowing for some cross ventilation into the room. “If we are gonna be stuck here, there is no reason we have to bake.” Turning back to Rodney he asked, “So what does it say happens if the relationship is consummated?”
Looking at Sheppard as if he’d grown two heads, Rodney retorted, “What does it matter?”
“Geez, McKay lighten up. I was just asking.” He gestured towards the bed and suggested, “Why don’t you stretch out and at least get comfortable? You look like you could use some sleep. I’ll wake you when its over.”
As tense as he was, the thought of catching a nap forced a yawn despite his best efforts and he nodded, “Maybe a short one will pass the time.” He sprawled out on the bed face down, and lifted his head to glare at the Major. “You promise to leave me alone? I just want this over with so we can return to normal.”
“Nothing in the Pegasus Galaxy is normal,” laughed John, trying to set Rodney’s mind at ease.
Rodney’s started to close his eyes but opened them again and lifted up on one elbow. “Speaking of normal, why haven’t you freaked out with all of this?”
“Well I did at first, but I think the drugs helped mellow me to the whole idea.”
Giving up, Rodney sank to the bed and closed his eyes, muttering, “I don’t think mellow is the term I would use to describe your behavior.”
John smiled wickedly as Rodney’s breathing evened out, and he whispered softly, “Enlightened might be a better word.”
He let Rodney sleep, but eyed his watch carefully at time ticked by. After McKay had been sleeping an hour, John very quietly removed his remaining clothes and nervously approached the bed. Surprise was the only thing in his favor right now and Rodney’s ability to practically fall asleep on his feet was beyond anything he’d hoped for. He hadn’t had a plan before, but he did now.
Easing onto the bed, he was on top of Rodney, pinning him to the bed before he had a chance to defend himself. Half asleep, Rodney moaned, “What are you doing?”
Pressing his full length over Rodney’s frame, John breathed in his ear, “The courtship is over, Rodney. It’s time to seduce you.”
“Please don’t do this. You’ll regret it later. I don’t want to lose you as a friend.”
John nuzzled his ear, his hands intertwining with Rodney’s as he whispered huskily, “You’re not gonna lose me. I want to do this. I want to show you what you mean to me.”
Rodney was squirming beneath him, his hips moving unconsciously as he tried to increase the friction against his raging hard-on. John’s touch was driving him crazy. His mind suddenly became a little clearer and he asked sharply, “What time is it?”
Shaking his head and slipping his hand between the bed and Rodney’s erection, he squeezed gently, while reassuring him, “It’s not the drugs. I want this as much as you do.”
“I somehow doubt that,” sighed Rodney. “You have no idea how badly I want this.”
Ignoring him, John lifted himself up. “Roll over.”
Hesitating, Rodney finally rolled over and looked up at Sheppard apprehensively then noticed his lack of clothes. His hands gripped the sheets, afraid if he let go they’d take on a mind of their own and scare John away.
As John settled between his legs, their hard lengths pressing against each other, Rodney moaned, “Too much.”
“Shh…Stop fighting it.” Leaning in, John kissed him and Rodney’s hands could no longer be stilled. Grabbing John behind the head, he held him as his lips and tongue touched and tasted the Major, making him moan helplessly. Rodney kissed and caressed every inch of the man’s skin he could reach and when that wasn’t enough he slid down his body wanting more. John lay beneath him, gasping and panting for air. “Rodney…please.”
Rodney tried to slow down. He wanted more but whatever drugs were still in their system was making it impossible to hold back. Unzipping his pants, he slipped them down far enough to expose his hardened flesh and he slid his length next to John’s. Their excitement provided adequate lubrication and they held tightly to one another, grinding and rocking until they could no longer stop the flood of sensation. Arching his back, John grabbed for Rodney’s ass, forcing him harder into his straining flesh and he came hard, spurting his seed between them. Feeling the warmness coat his belly and shaft Rodney fell over the edge and added his own warm fluid to the mix of stickiness and sweat.
As they recovered, neither spoke and the drug continued it’s hold on them. The need for touch seemed to intensify and Rodney removed his clothes as he licked, kissed and caressed John’s exposed skin. When Rodney tenderly kissed his semi-hard length, John was breathing harshly, his chest rising and falling rapidly to draw in much need air.
When Rodney’s lips wrapped around his crown, John couldn’t imagine anything sweeter. As Rodney worked his way up and down his shaft, John was only barely able to think. It was so much better than any blowjob he’d had in the past. Only a few women had ever been willing and they usually only did it to get him hard and excited. Even then it was nothing like this. Rodney wasn’t hurrying, he wasn’t doing it because he had to, he was practically paying reverence to John’s dick and he was in heaven. Rodney nudged his legs and John opened wider, without pause. Not only was Rodney’s mouth and tongue doing things John had only dreamed of, his fingers were adding torture as they fondled his balls and roamed into places that John couldn’t have resisted even if he’d wanted to. When Rodney’s finger caressed his pucker, John felt the telltale burn and his world exploded.
It was several minutes later before he realized that Rodney’s finger was fully inside him and it felt unbelievable. He felt full and stretched and groaned shamelessly as the sensations from within overtook all his facilities. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t move. He just lay there moaning for more. When Rodney added another finger, he felt the burn but it went away as quickly as it came and he wantonly pushed on it, wanting to feel the fullness again. He was getting hard again and he opened his eyes, staring at Rodney with an animal lust, “I want you in me…please Rodney.”
Rodney was looked at him with dark needy eyes, but he asked softly between gasps, “Are… you…sure?”
John nodded, knowing they both needed this. It was the culmination of two weeks of repressed desires and neither were able to hold back any longer, especially Rodney. He stopped for a moment, and dropped his head on John’s thigh, taking several deep breaths to calm himself. John’s hands slipped through his short hair, marveling at the silkiness, “I want this.”
Rodney nodded against his thigh and rose to his knees. “Roll over…onto… your stomach.”
John was suddenly nervous, but he didn’t hesitate, knowing without a doubt he could trust Rodney. He shifted on the bed, trying to ease the discomfort of his hard dick as it pressed into the mattress. Rodney reached for a pillow and gently touched John’s hips. “Lift up.”
Settling between John’s legs, Rodney sighed in frustration, “I wish we had some lube. It would make this easier.” His desire was evident by the strain in his voice and it sent blood rushing to John’s groin just hearing it.
He twisted his head and spoke to Rodney, “In my pants.”
Rodney stared at him, unbelieving, “You brought lube?”
John smiled, the one Rodney loved so much, “I was hopeful.”
Scrambling off the bed, Rodney fumbled with the pants and finding the lube, hurriedly opened it as he settled between Sheppard’s legs again. Hands shaking he coated his fingers and slowly entered John’s tight ring of muscle, letting him adjust again. “Let me know if it hurts.”
“It’s fine. Faster.”
Rodney laughed, “And you called me easy.” He added a second finger, and then a third and John was beside himself with pleasure. Moaning and writhing under Rodney’s ministrations, he was ready to be breached. Trembling with need, Rodney liberally coated himself, not wanting this to hurt. So far, John was relaxed, taking it far better than Rodney ever expected. He was completely trusting, making it easy to enter him. Pushing the head of his engorged flesh against John’s tight opening he felt him flinch for the first time and paused. Dropping his free hand to John’s back, he rubbed small circles as he pushed.
He spoke through clenched teeth, trying to hide the fire that burned through him. “Relax. Tell me if I need to stop.” Pushing harder, he slipped in past the ring of muscle and a groan escaped his lips. “Oh god…so tight.” His breathing increased and he waited, giving John time to adjust.
When he thought he would die from the warmth and tightness, the ring of muscle finally relaxed and he slipped in further. John bucked under him and Rodney was using every mathematical equation he could think of to keep from coming. John was quiet, his hands clenching and unclenching the sheets. Rodney leaned closer, and slipped in a bit more. He stopped to ask, “Are you alright?”
John nodded frantically, “More!”
Rodney slowly entered him, until buried to the hilt he could go no further. Pressing against John’s back he rocked his hips slowly, savoring the feel of being buried deep inside of him. This was almost too good to be true and he worried that it would all disappear when once again they left the room. John’s pleas brought him back, “Move…Rodney. God…do something!”
Bracing his arms on either side of John, Rodney leaned down and kissed his shoulders, and breathed in his ear, “I never imagined it could be this good. I’m… not… going… to… last.” His hips were rocking into John, sliding in and out of his ass only a little at a time.
“Please Rodney…so close…don’t wait. Want this!”
Lifting up, Rodney reached for John’s hips bringing him up to his knees. Pulling almost all the way out, he thrust forward and John screamed when Rodney’s thickness brushed his prostate. Panting harshly, he shouted, “AGAIN!”
Rodney repeated it, reveling in John’s enthusiasm and soon a rhythm was established. Their pleasure built to unimaginable heights, neither man aware of the time that passed. They rode it out, reaching for more and more. Rodney pounded into him and John met him thrust for thrust, crying out each time Rodney slammed his sensitive gland. Surprised he’d lasted this long, Rodney reached under John and took his pulsing shaft in hand, marveling at its softness despite its steely hardness. Leaning over his back, he stroked it while muttering to John as he kissed and licked the saltiness off his shoulders, “Come for me.”
John pushed his hips back, increasing penetration and he begged unmercifully, “Harder, Rodney…please.”
Releasing his hold on John’s leaking shaft, he grabbed his hips for added leverage and plunged into Sheppard, harder and faster with each stroke. John reached for his own thickness, desperate for release and pumped into his hand as Rodney slammed into him over and over. He could feel Rodney swelling inside and the feel of his balls slapping against his thighs with each forward thrust. It proved to be too much and he felt it begin. It was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. His inner muscles quivered around Rodney’s shaft, intensifying the sensations and sending him over the edge. His hand twisted on his own shaft, milking it for every drop as he covered the bed with is release. His whole body was caught in the maelstrom of emotions and he lay shivering uncontrollably in its grasp.
The tightness in his ass grew and he felt Rodney straining against him, pumping erratically towards his own completion. He felt Rodney’s release fill him deeply and he finally relaxed completely, knowing that they had completed the bond between them. He didn’t need a drug to tell him how right it was or how perfect their relationship was, he could feel it deep down inside. Slumping into the bed, Rodney still buried in his ass, he wrapped his arm around his back and sighed contently. Rodney shuddered and tried to lift his weight off. John held him close, “Stay.”
Still breathing heavily, Rodney rubbed against him, nuzzled the skin with his mouth, “No regrets?”
“Only that I was too stubborn to see it sooner.”
Despite John’s protests, Rodney rolled off onto his back. Staring at the ceiling he asked, “I didn’t hurt you did I?”
John rolled, snuggling into Rodney’s side. “Stop worrying so much, Rodney. It was incredible.” Surprised, Rodney hesitated then wrapped his arm around John’s shoulders enjoying a closeness he’d only dreamed of.
As they started to drift off, exhausted yet satisfied, John glanced at his watch and smiled. They’d made the two hour cut off with only minutes to spare. His thoughts became hazy as sleep took him, but in his last coherent thought he wondered what the result of consummating the relationship was.
EPILOGUE
It was several weeks later and John was on his way to Rodney’s lab, anxious to see him after his two day trip to the mainland. They’d moved in together, and Rodney never doubted for a moment that John loved him. John wondered not for the first time if that was one of the benefits of the chamber. For all of Rodney’s misgivings beforehand, he never once questioned their relationship after. It just was.
Almost to the lab, one of the scientists from the Botany lab caught up with him. She batted her eyes and fell into step beside him. “So Major I understand the room you found has a wonderful view.” Looking demure she hinted, “I was wondering if maybe you’d show it to me some day. I’d love to see it.”
Leaning into the doorjamb as she spoke, John barely listened to her prattle on, his attention focused on the man inside. Rodney sat in his chair, but he’d turned when he heard voices approach.
“Major Sheppard are you listening to me?” whined the woman at his side.
He still hadn’t turned to speak to her and mumbled absently, “I hear Seargent James is giving tours, you might talk to him.” She huffed at him and turned on her heals, leaving him alone. Looking at Rodney, who was leaning back in his chair with a smug smile on his face, he smiled. “I guess you heard that?”
“Hmm...I suppose I should be jealous,” said Rodney, his eyes gleaming.
John sat on the edge of Rodney’s desk, smiling back, “But you’re not.”
“Nope.” He pulled John into his arms. “She doesn’t stand a chance against my charm and wit. Not to mention the rest of me.” As Rodney kissed him deeply, John had to admit, albeit to himself, that the man had a point. There was no comparison.
The room atop the tower did have an outstanding view of the ocean but John didn’t care. He had something better. He discovered that any room with Rodney was a room with a view.
Author:Chaps
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: NC17
Chapter 3
Elizabeth stood at the end of Major Sheppard’s bed questioning Carson, “Why did they attack the John and Rodney and not Teyla or Aiden?”
Arms crossed, Carson answered, “Well it could be the gene, but I’d be more inclined to say it’s the drug in their system.”
Puzzled, she asked, “The drug?”
“Well it’s the only thing that makes sense. I’d bet the birds were drawn to the smell, and when Teyla covered them with her jacket, it hid the scent. If it were the gene, I doubt the jacket would have done any good.” He chuckled, “The birds mistook it for one of their own pheromones.”
“Will they be alright?”
“Aye. Most of the cuts were superficial. I cleaned them up and applied some antibiotics to take care of any nasties.” John had a large bandage on the back of his neck. He’d refused to let Carson cut his hair so the wounds on his head were cleaned and left unbandaged. Rodney’s hands and upper arms were wrapped as well and he was remaining oddly quiet in the next bed.
Looking at the two patients, Elizabeth spoke to them, “To be on the safe side, I think its best if we forego any more missions until this drug is out of your system. You can confine your exploring to the base for the remainder of the two weeks.” She raised her hand to clarify as they started to complain, “After Carson clears you for duty.”
“Well they can leave now, but I’d like to keep them on light duty until their wounds heal.” Both men were already on their feet and were ready to leave as soon as Carson spoke.
“Gentlemen, you heard the doctor. Nothing but light duty.”
Rodney was already halfway to the door, waving behind him as he left, “Yes, yes.”
Sheppard was right behind him, “Rodney, wait up.”
Stopping in the hall, Rodney dropped his head and slowly turned towards John, “What do you want that can’t wait until tomorrow? I could use some sleep.” He was heading towards the transport and Sheppard followed.
The door shut and John snapped in Rodney’s face, “What the hell happened back on the planet?”
Redness crept into Rodney’s face and he stammered, “Um…do you really need me to draw you a picture?”
Not expecting such blunt answer, Sheppard faltered, his anger fading, “Well no, but…”
Rodney backed into the corner of the lift and glared at him, “Now do you understand why I don’t want you touching me?” He tried to open the door and failed, John had them secured in the transport.
“Yeah I got that.” Leaning into the wall, he crossed his arms and asked, “So when were you going to tell me?”
Crossing his arms defiantly, Rodney asked back nervously, “Tell you what?”
“That you’re attracted to me.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
John reached out and grabbed Rodney’s shoulder and waited. It took only seconds before Rodney batted it away and moved to the opposite corner, turning so he could hide the erection straining in his pants. “Fine… are you happy now?”
“Why didn’t you ever say anything?”
Rodney snorted, “I’m gay Major. You are military. I can only imagine how well that would go over. Can we not have this conversation? I’d like to leave with at least some of my dignity intact. Would you open the door…please?”
John opened the door and watched Rodney leave, calling after him, “So does this go away on its own?”
Rodney ignored him and John watched him hasten his steps, thinking that the man did have a nice ass. Oh hell, where did that come from? Rodney was his friend, nothing more. It had to be the drug talking to him. He shook himself from his thoughts and headed to his room to alleviate the ache in his groin. Hell no wonder Rodney had a sudden aversion to touch. If the drug was more potent for Rodney, and it obviously was, the man had to have a hard-on from hell about now. Reaching down, Sheppard rearranged himself for the second or third time and wondered if he still had any chocolate stashed in his room.
A week had never seemed so long to Rodney and yet he’d somehow managed not to embarrass himself too badly. Not that the Sheppard was making it easy. Every time he turned around, John was trying to ply him with chocolate and offers for breakfast, lunch and supper. And touching, the man simply could not keep his hands to himself. Maybe he was always that touchy and Rodney simply never noticed it before. Each time, the Major would apologize but the gleam in his eye made it hard for Rodney to believe he felt all that sorry about it.
John on the other hand was having to deal with his own growing attraction for the scientist. He seemed to do alright until he found that he couldn’t be touching Rodney. It seemed unnatural not to be able to reach out for reassurance. He realized that he did it a lot and not being able to, was discomforting. The drug didn’t make it easy to ignore his feelings, especially since the potency was increasing daily and he’d lost count how many times he’d made a quick trip to his room. After a week and some reassessment on his part, Major John Sheppard had to admit that it wasn’t just friendship that made him want to spend time with Rodney McKay. Maybe it was the drug, he wasn’t sure but all of a sudden he began to take notice of the nice ass, the cheeky smile and blue eyes he could get lost in.
Knowing he was attracted to Rodney and acting on it were two different things. McKay had it in his head that he was die hard military straight man and changing that opinion wasn’t going to be easy. He’d tried chocolate and touching but that had only made the scientist nervous. It was time for plan B. Okay, he had no idea what plan B was, but there would definitely be one once he figured it out.
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Entering the transports, he turned to find Sheppard had joined him, “Would you stop following me. You’re worse than a stray dog.”
John ignored him and sidled closer to McKay who was trying to become one with the wall at his back. When he could go no further, he moved sideways and snapped at Sheppard, “What is it with you and transports? Can’t you just leave me alone for half a day?”
“Nope.” Placing his arms on either side of Rodney, he effectively trapped the man. Rodney stayed perfectly still, unwilling to touch the Major to get clear of him.
Rodney swallowed hard, feeling the blood rush south even without the Major’s touch and he asked, “What do you want?”
Sheppard leaned closer, still not touching. “We’ll I feel like I’ve been missing something and that perhaps we are denying the full potential of this drug.”
Snorting, Rodney didn’t immediately catch the fact that the Major had dropped his arm enough to make contact, “I’m not denying anything, Major. On the other hand I’m not stupid either… and if you don’t get your hand off me right now I’m going to come in my pants.”
“Really?” grinned John.
“YES! Now stop!” He pushed the hand off his shoulder and moved to the other side of the lift. “This isn’t some game to see how badly you can embarrass the geek!”
“That’s not what this is, Rodney,” said John, more serious now.
Rodney glared at him. “Then what? Cause I’m not getting it. We all know you are hopelessly straight and there is no way this would ever be more than a buddyfuck for you. Well I hate to disappoint you, Major but I’m not that shallow. I prefer a little more substance in my relationships.”
“Well, how do I know what I want if I don’t spend time with you, isn’t that the whole purpose of this experiment?”
“Don’t patronize me. I’m not some toy you can play with for your own pleasure.”
Reaching out, John stroked Rodney’s arm. “Well at this particular moment I was thinking more of your pleasure. I want to see you come.”
Rodney started trembling and sweat beaded on his brow as his erection began pulsing, screaming for attention. He stepped out of John’s grasp and stood facing the door. Panting heavily, he asked desperately, “Open the door.”
John stepped up behind him, suddenly feeling sorry and spoke Rodney’s name softly as he unconsciously touched him in comfort. Rodney’s reaction was instantaneous. He arched away from John’s hand, planted his own hands on the door for some sort of purchase. Not finding any, he clenched his teeth to keep from crying out as the tingle erupted into a full blown explosion from within. Light and sound coalesced into a single stream as wave after wave of ecstasy coursed through him. It seemed to go on forever and between John’s lingering touch and the mind-shattering orgasm it was all he could do to stay on his feet.
His mind wanted to shut down and just savor John’s touch on his skin, but self preservation dictated he convince himself it was a mere physical release. Embarrassed by the warmness in his pants, he ducked his head to hide the redness in his face. Taking only a few seconds to catch his breath, he stood up straight and with a quick sweep of his hand, wiped the sweat from his brow.
Squaring his shoulders, he stared straight forward, refusing to look at the Major, fearful of seeing his humiliation through Sheppard’s eyes. With as much dignity as he could muster he spoke, “I hope that satisfied your curiosity. Now if you’ll excuse me I’d like to go clean up.”
The door opened and Rodney hurried away. John shut the door just as quickly. If the scientist had cared to look he wouldn’t have seen disgust or awe or even a satisfied smug. He would have seen the heated desire in Sheppard’s dark eyes. The door barely closed when John’s hand found his own needy flesh and he closed his eyes, seeing Rodney’s face clenched tight with pleasure from only moments before. A few quick tugs on his pulsing shaft and he came hard, his seed covering the wall. His knees wanted to buckle and he willed himself to take some deep breaths as he leaned his forehead into the cool bulkhead. Regaining some of his composure, he noticed the mess on the wall. Stepping next to it, he brushed his pant leg against it, cleaning most of it away in a single swipe.
Exiting the transport, he looked down at his leg and nervously tried to wipe away the evidence. He continued walking, albeit on shaking legs and began thinking. Okay, it was time to rethink his plan again. First and foremost he wanted to see Rodney come again. Just the thought of being witness to it made him warm and despite his recent release he felt himself twitch. Drugs or not, watching Rodney come in his pants was without a doubt the most incredible thing he’d ever seen. He wanted…no…he needed to see it again.
Knowing he needed to apologize to Rodney he figured his room would be the best place. Standing outside his door, he debated just opening the door, but he’d already pushed his luck once today. He hit the door chime and waited. The answer was almost immediate, “Go away, Major.”
He opened the door anyway and stood against the door frame, looking contrite, “Look, I’m sorry. I’m new to this alright. I’ve…well…I’ve never been with a guy and I was curious. I admit it, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t a real turn on to see it.”
“It’s the drugs.”
“It’s not just the drugs. I… it’s… aw damn it Rodney, why are you making this so complicated. Why can’t you just enjoy it?”
“Because I know that in two days time it will all be gone and I’ll be the one picking up the pieces while you are off searching for a new conquest.”
“I wouldn’t do that.”
“Oh please, Major. I know you better than anyone,” huffed Rodney.
John was getting frustrated with Rodney’s stubbornness. “You act like you are the only one that can have any feelings in this. Did you stop to consider that maybe I might be attracted to you?”
Rodney stood up and walked to the door, stopping when he was next to Sheppard. He looked him right in the eye, the timbre of his voice sending shivers down John’s spine. “You’re playing with fire, Major. Don’t push your luck.” He walked away and John felt the red creep into his face and he slipped into Rodney’s room, shutting the door behind him. Sliding down the wall, he realized he was shaking. His groin was achingly hard and Rodney hadn’t even touched him. Burying his head in his hands, he wondered why it had taken him so long to see what was right in front of him all along.
Chapter 4
Rodney was pacing his lab, unable to actually get any work done. He was afraid if he started working and became absorbed in it, he’d lose the tactical advantage and Sheppard would be able to sneak up on him again. Twice yesterday, despite Rodney’s protests, the man had purposely touched him until he’d lost control. The secong time he was sitting at his desk totally oblivious to anything but the computer screen in front of him when the warm hands on his shoulders sent blood rushing to his groin. He’d tried pleading with the man to no avail.
He was shaking, and John had no idea how much control it was taking for the scientist not to throw him to the ground and fuck him blind. It was one thing to be attracted to the Major, but to be tormented by him was pushing Rodney closer to the edge. Sheppard had no experience with men and Rodney wasn’t going to take advantage of that or the drugs no matter how badly he wanted to, so he resorted to begging. “Please don’t do this.”
John tightened his hold on McKay’s shoulders and let his fingers massage the tight muscles there. He leaned over and whispered in Rodney’s ear, “Come for me again.”
The seductive voice and breath on his face was too much and Rodney did as he was told, coming hard for the second time that day. As the aftershocks receded, he buried his head in his hands and refused to speak to John other than to say in a deep, threatening tone, “Get out.”
*****
John was hiding out in the Puddlejumper. It was juvenile and Rodney would be the first to comment on his actions but then again, Rodney was the reason he was hiding out. He knew the scientist was pissed off at him, but he hadn’t been able to help himself the last few days. Tomorrow marked the end of the two weeks and he’d was determined to get the most out of Rodney. When Rodney growled at him to get out, John knew it was time to leave. So he sat in the Puddlejumper, fiddling with the controls when Rodney snuck up behind him.
Leaning over the pilot seat, Rodney’s voice was menacing as his hands dropped to Sheppard’s shoulders, gripping him firmly. “This is not a game and I am not one of your inexperienced bimbos. You think you know what you want, but you don’t have a clue. Your teasing would have gotten you fucked by now if it were anyone else but me.” His hands snaked into John’s shirt, expertly fingering his nipples while his tongue was doing some sort of erotic dance in and out of his ear.
Rodney continued to touch him and John’s hands grabbed for the armrests in a white knuckled grip, pushing back hard into the chair. He thought maybe he was whimpering but it was hard to hear over the rush of blood in his veins and the pounding of his heart. The air in the jumper must have thinned because as hard as he was breathing he couldn’t seem to get enough oxygen. When Rodney tweaked his nipple his whole world unraveled and for the briefest moment he thought his balls were being ripped away from the base of his shaft as he swelled in response.
His hips jerked and thrust upward and he couldn’t stop from crying out, “Ah…ah god, Rodney!!”
John’s world narrowed to a single pinpoint of sensation that threatened to tear him apart as it grew to epic proportions. When he thought he couldn’t take anymore and darkness began to encroach, the gut-wrenching spasms began to ease to where he could actually take a breath. His body still tensed and the aftershocks sent small spasms of added pleasure to his groin.
He vaguely heard Rodney’s words as he tried to recover and there was no mistaking the threat despite his fuzzy comprehension. “Do not play games with my emotions, Major! You may not get off so easy next time.”
John sat gasping for air and it would take several minutes before enough blood returned to his brain to form a coherent thought. When he finally gained a higher level of brain function, he found himself alone in the jumper feeling flushed and panting helplessly. Looking down at the wet spot on he pants he wondered why he suddenly felt as if was the one that had just been toyed with.
Standing on wobbly legs, he grabbed for his jacket and used it to hide the evidence as he made his way to his room. If he could come that hard with just a touch to his nipples he couldn’t imagine surviving much more. Tomorrow they were to return to the room and John Sheppard had no intention of letting the opportunity to be with Rodney pass by. McKay may be looking to end these two weeks, but John was determined to prove to the stubborn scientist that this was just the beginning.
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Rodney sat alone on the edge of the bed in the big room, waiting impatiently for Sheppard to show up. He should have waited for him but the thought of spending all that time en route in awkward silence wasn’t appealing enough to keep him from traveling the empty corridors alone.
While he’d been wanting this day to come, he dreaded it just the same. For two weeks he’d had John’s attention and even though it was undermined by the drug it was nice to be noticed and yes… even wooed with chocolate and dinner dates. Hanging his head with a sigh, he stood briefly and removed his vest and jacket before sitting back down to wait. Without power in this section of the city, it was warm in the sun-filled room.
John entered the room and was immediately hit by the heat, “Damn, it’s hot in here!”
Startled, Rodney jumped to his feet. “God I hate when you do that!”
Seeing that Rodney was already out of his gear, John took advantage of the opportunity and rid himself of his own gear. Grabbing the device they’d taken with them the first time, Rodney returned to the column they retrieved it from and placed it back in its niche. He looked at Sheppard and explained, “According to Elizabeth, we have to wait two hours.”
“Why so long?”
“If the relationship isn’t consummated in that time, the drugs are neutralized.”
Moving towards the balcony, John concentrated for a second and a couple of the glass panel swung open allowing for some cross ventilation into the room. “If we are gonna be stuck here, there is no reason we have to bake.” Turning back to Rodney he asked, “So what does it say happens if the relationship is consummated?”
Looking at Sheppard as if he’d grown two heads, Rodney retorted, “What does it matter?”
“Geez, McKay lighten up. I was just asking.” He gestured towards the bed and suggested, “Why don’t you stretch out and at least get comfortable? You look like you could use some sleep. I’ll wake you when its over.”
As tense as he was, the thought of catching a nap forced a yawn despite his best efforts and he nodded, “Maybe a short one will pass the time.” He sprawled out on the bed face down, and lifted his head to glare at the Major. “You promise to leave me alone? I just want this over with so we can return to normal.”
“Nothing in the Pegasus Galaxy is normal,” laughed John, trying to set Rodney’s mind at ease.
Rodney’s started to close his eyes but opened them again and lifted up on one elbow. “Speaking of normal, why haven’t you freaked out with all of this?”
“Well I did at first, but I think the drugs helped mellow me to the whole idea.”
Giving up, Rodney sank to the bed and closed his eyes, muttering, “I don’t think mellow is the term I would use to describe your behavior.”
John smiled wickedly as Rodney’s breathing evened out, and he whispered softly, “Enlightened might be a better word.”
He let Rodney sleep, but eyed his watch carefully at time ticked by. After McKay had been sleeping an hour, John very quietly removed his remaining clothes and nervously approached the bed. Surprise was the only thing in his favor right now and Rodney’s ability to practically fall asleep on his feet was beyond anything he’d hoped for. He hadn’t had a plan before, but he did now.
Easing onto the bed, he was on top of Rodney, pinning him to the bed before he had a chance to defend himself. Half asleep, Rodney moaned, “What are you doing?”
Pressing his full length over Rodney’s frame, John breathed in his ear, “The courtship is over, Rodney. It’s time to seduce you.”
“Please don’t do this. You’ll regret it later. I don’t want to lose you as a friend.”
John nuzzled his ear, his hands intertwining with Rodney’s as he whispered huskily, “You’re not gonna lose me. I want to do this. I want to show you what you mean to me.”
Rodney was squirming beneath him, his hips moving unconsciously as he tried to increase the friction against his raging hard-on. John’s touch was driving him crazy. His mind suddenly became a little clearer and he asked sharply, “What time is it?”
Shaking his head and slipping his hand between the bed and Rodney’s erection, he squeezed gently, while reassuring him, “It’s not the drugs. I want this as much as you do.”
“I somehow doubt that,” sighed Rodney. “You have no idea how badly I want this.”
Ignoring him, John lifted himself up. “Roll over.”
Hesitating, Rodney finally rolled over and looked up at Sheppard apprehensively then noticed his lack of clothes. His hands gripped the sheets, afraid if he let go they’d take on a mind of their own and scare John away.
As John settled between his legs, their hard lengths pressing against each other, Rodney moaned, “Too much.”
“Shh…Stop fighting it.” Leaning in, John kissed him and Rodney’s hands could no longer be stilled. Grabbing John behind the head, he held him as his lips and tongue touched and tasted the Major, making him moan helplessly. Rodney kissed and caressed every inch of the man’s skin he could reach and when that wasn’t enough he slid down his body wanting more. John lay beneath him, gasping and panting for air. “Rodney…please.”
Rodney tried to slow down. He wanted more but whatever drugs were still in their system was making it impossible to hold back. Unzipping his pants, he slipped them down far enough to expose his hardened flesh and he slid his length next to John’s. Their excitement provided adequate lubrication and they held tightly to one another, grinding and rocking until they could no longer stop the flood of sensation. Arching his back, John grabbed for Rodney’s ass, forcing him harder into his straining flesh and he came hard, spurting his seed between them. Feeling the warmness coat his belly and shaft Rodney fell over the edge and added his own warm fluid to the mix of stickiness and sweat.
As they recovered, neither spoke and the drug continued it’s hold on them. The need for touch seemed to intensify and Rodney removed his clothes as he licked, kissed and caressed John’s exposed skin. When Rodney tenderly kissed his semi-hard length, John was breathing harshly, his chest rising and falling rapidly to draw in much need air.
When Rodney’s lips wrapped around his crown, John couldn’t imagine anything sweeter. As Rodney worked his way up and down his shaft, John was only barely able to think. It was so much better than any blowjob he’d had in the past. Only a few women had ever been willing and they usually only did it to get him hard and excited. Even then it was nothing like this. Rodney wasn’t hurrying, he wasn’t doing it because he had to, he was practically paying reverence to John’s dick and he was in heaven. Rodney nudged his legs and John opened wider, without pause. Not only was Rodney’s mouth and tongue doing things John had only dreamed of, his fingers were adding torture as they fondled his balls and roamed into places that John couldn’t have resisted even if he’d wanted to. When Rodney’s finger caressed his pucker, John felt the telltale burn and his world exploded.
It was several minutes later before he realized that Rodney’s finger was fully inside him and it felt unbelievable. He felt full and stretched and groaned shamelessly as the sensations from within overtook all his facilities. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t move. He just lay there moaning for more. When Rodney added another finger, he felt the burn but it went away as quickly as it came and he wantonly pushed on it, wanting to feel the fullness again. He was getting hard again and he opened his eyes, staring at Rodney with an animal lust, “I want you in me…please Rodney.”
Rodney was looked at him with dark needy eyes, but he asked softly between gasps, “Are… you…sure?”
John nodded, knowing they both needed this. It was the culmination of two weeks of repressed desires and neither were able to hold back any longer, especially Rodney. He stopped for a moment, and dropped his head on John’s thigh, taking several deep breaths to calm himself. John’s hands slipped through his short hair, marveling at the silkiness, “I want this.”
Rodney nodded against his thigh and rose to his knees. “Roll over…onto… your stomach.”
John was suddenly nervous, but he didn’t hesitate, knowing without a doubt he could trust Rodney. He shifted on the bed, trying to ease the discomfort of his hard dick as it pressed into the mattress. Rodney reached for a pillow and gently touched John’s hips. “Lift up.”
Settling between John’s legs, Rodney sighed in frustration, “I wish we had some lube. It would make this easier.” His desire was evident by the strain in his voice and it sent blood rushing to John’s groin just hearing it.
He twisted his head and spoke to Rodney, “In my pants.”
Rodney stared at him, unbelieving, “You brought lube?”
John smiled, the one Rodney loved so much, “I was hopeful.”
Scrambling off the bed, Rodney fumbled with the pants and finding the lube, hurriedly opened it as he settled between Sheppard’s legs again. Hands shaking he coated his fingers and slowly entered John’s tight ring of muscle, letting him adjust again. “Let me know if it hurts.”
“It’s fine. Faster.”
Rodney laughed, “And you called me easy.” He added a second finger, and then a third and John was beside himself with pleasure. Moaning and writhing under Rodney’s ministrations, he was ready to be breached. Trembling with need, Rodney liberally coated himself, not wanting this to hurt. So far, John was relaxed, taking it far better than Rodney ever expected. He was completely trusting, making it easy to enter him. Pushing the head of his engorged flesh against John’s tight opening he felt him flinch for the first time and paused. Dropping his free hand to John’s back, he rubbed small circles as he pushed.
He spoke through clenched teeth, trying to hide the fire that burned through him. “Relax. Tell me if I need to stop.” Pushing harder, he slipped in past the ring of muscle and a groan escaped his lips. “Oh god…so tight.” His breathing increased and he waited, giving John time to adjust.
When he thought he would die from the warmth and tightness, the ring of muscle finally relaxed and he slipped in further. John bucked under him and Rodney was using every mathematical equation he could think of to keep from coming. John was quiet, his hands clenching and unclenching the sheets. Rodney leaned closer, and slipped in a bit more. He stopped to ask, “Are you alright?”
John nodded frantically, “More!”
Rodney slowly entered him, until buried to the hilt he could go no further. Pressing against John’s back he rocked his hips slowly, savoring the feel of being buried deep inside of him. This was almost too good to be true and he worried that it would all disappear when once again they left the room. John’s pleas brought him back, “Move…Rodney. God…do something!”
Bracing his arms on either side of John, Rodney leaned down and kissed his shoulders, and breathed in his ear, “I never imagined it could be this good. I’m… not… going… to… last.” His hips were rocking into John, sliding in and out of his ass only a little at a time.
“Please Rodney…so close…don’t wait. Want this!”
Lifting up, Rodney reached for John’s hips bringing him up to his knees. Pulling almost all the way out, he thrust forward and John screamed when Rodney’s thickness brushed his prostate. Panting harshly, he shouted, “AGAIN!”
Rodney repeated it, reveling in John’s enthusiasm and soon a rhythm was established. Their pleasure built to unimaginable heights, neither man aware of the time that passed. They rode it out, reaching for more and more. Rodney pounded into him and John met him thrust for thrust, crying out each time Rodney slammed his sensitive gland. Surprised he’d lasted this long, Rodney reached under John and took his pulsing shaft in hand, marveling at its softness despite its steely hardness. Leaning over his back, he stroked it while muttering to John as he kissed and licked the saltiness off his shoulders, “Come for me.”
John pushed his hips back, increasing penetration and he begged unmercifully, “Harder, Rodney…please.”
Releasing his hold on John’s leaking shaft, he grabbed his hips for added leverage and plunged into Sheppard, harder and faster with each stroke. John reached for his own thickness, desperate for release and pumped into his hand as Rodney slammed into him over and over. He could feel Rodney swelling inside and the feel of his balls slapping against his thighs with each forward thrust. It proved to be too much and he felt it begin. It was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. His inner muscles quivered around Rodney’s shaft, intensifying the sensations and sending him over the edge. His hand twisted on his own shaft, milking it for every drop as he covered the bed with is release. His whole body was caught in the maelstrom of emotions and he lay shivering uncontrollably in its grasp.
The tightness in his ass grew and he felt Rodney straining against him, pumping erratically towards his own completion. He felt Rodney’s release fill him deeply and he finally relaxed completely, knowing that they had completed the bond between them. He didn’t need a drug to tell him how right it was or how perfect their relationship was, he could feel it deep down inside. Slumping into the bed, Rodney still buried in his ass, he wrapped his arm around his back and sighed contently. Rodney shuddered and tried to lift his weight off. John held him close, “Stay.”
Still breathing heavily, Rodney rubbed against him, nuzzled the skin with his mouth, “No regrets?”
“Only that I was too stubborn to see it sooner.”
Despite John’s protests, Rodney rolled off onto his back. Staring at the ceiling he asked, “I didn’t hurt you did I?”
John rolled, snuggling into Rodney’s side. “Stop worrying so much, Rodney. It was incredible.” Surprised, Rodney hesitated then wrapped his arm around John’s shoulders enjoying a closeness he’d only dreamed of.
As they started to drift off, exhausted yet satisfied, John glanced at his watch and smiled. They’d made the two hour cut off with only minutes to spare. His thoughts became hazy as sleep took him, but in his last coherent thought he wondered what the result of consummating the relationship was.
EPILOGUE
It was several weeks later and John was on his way to Rodney’s lab, anxious to see him after his two day trip to the mainland. They’d moved in together, and Rodney never doubted for a moment that John loved him. John wondered not for the first time if that was one of the benefits of the chamber. For all of Rodney’s misgivings beforehand, he never once questioned their relationship after. It just was.
Almost to the lab, one of the scientists from the Botany lab caught up with him. She batted her eyes and fell into step beside him. “So Major I understand the room you found has a wonderful view.” Looking demure she hinted, “I was wondering if maybe you’d show it to me some day. I’d love to see it.”
Leaning into the doorjamb as she spoke, John barely listened to her prattle on, his attention focused on the man inside. Rodney sat in his chair, but he’d turned when he heard voices approach.
“Major Sheppard are you listening to me?” whined the woman at his side.
He still hadn’t turned to speak to her and mumbled absently, “I hear Seargent James is giving tours, you might talk to him.” She huffed at him and turned on her heals, leaving him alone. Looking at Rodney, who was leaning back in his chair with a smug smile on his face, he smiled. “I guess you heard that?”
“Hmm...I suppose I should be jealous,” said Rodney, his eyes gleaming.
John sat on the edge of Rodney’s desk, smiling back, “But you’re not.”
“Nope.” He pulled John into his arms. “She doesn’t stand a chance against my charm and wit. Not to mention the rest of me.” As Rodney kissed him deeply, John had to admit, albeit to himself, that the man had a point. There was no comparison.
The room atop the tower did have an outstanding view of the ocean but John didn’t care. He had something better. He discovered that any room with Rodney was a room with a view.
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