Fic: 2734 North Grandview Blvd Rated NC-17
Title: 2734 North Grandview Blvd.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: McShep
Word count: 1,993
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Sadly, neither Stargate Atlantis nor her characters belong to me. If they did, the show would never have been nor would it ever be cancelled. We may have to move it to Cinemax though.
Summary: “Your first night with your lovely monochromatic kitchen and you’re going to order out?” Rodney asked sarcastically.
A/N: I couldn’t resist! I had to write a second chapter and get them in the house. It feels like there might be a third chapter tonight… maybe.
These stories take place in the not too distant future; John and Rodney (obviously) live on Earth. Ronon also lives on Earth, all this will probably be explained in the future.
John flopped down on the extra puffy couch Rodney insisted on buying and puffed out a breath.
There were boxes strewn all over the place with words written in thick black marker; living room, bathroom, kitchen, etc.
He lifted his feet when Rodney came over, and put them down on Rodney’s lap after he’d sat down.
“Long day.” John sighed.
“Tiring day. I suggest we never move again.” Rodney replied.
“Hey,” John protested, “You’re the one who insisted on buying the words heaviest furniture. And what’s up with the table? Rodney we’re just two people, there’s no reason to have a table that seats eight.”
“We do have friends, I was thinking about the possibility that we may one day invite them over for dinner… maybe.”
They both looked over at the matching puffy chair when Ronon gave a guttural laugh. “You two are hopeless. You sound like an old married couple.” He said.
“Oh ha ha.” Rodney said shortly.
“That, Ronon, is a sign of a world class long lasting can’t be beaten with a crow bar, relationship.” John said through a smile and kicked Rodney lightly on his thigh. “You wanna stay for dinner? We’re going to order pizza.”
“Your first night with your lovely monochromatic kitchen and you’re going to order out?” Rodney asked sarcastically.
“Like you said Rodney, tiring day. I’m busted; I am not cooking anything tonight. Not to mention everything is still in boxes.”
“And we haven’t exactly gone grocery shopping yet.” Rodney added apologetically.
“Sure,” said Ronon, “I guess I can hang out for awhile. Dinner is the least you owe me.” He looked at his hand and shook it dramatically, “My fingers are going to be blue tomorrow.”
“That’s Rodney’s fault for buying this giant furniture.” John blamed.
“Uh!” Rodney grunted, “John, you know how sensitive my back is, the more cushion there is the better the furniture is for my back. The better my back feels the less grumpy I am and the less grumpy I am the happier you are.”
“And the more sex I get.” John added.
Rodney flushed, his cheeks turning bright red and lowered his head for a moment, “I did think of you when I bought it. I bought the cushion for me and the color for you. Perfect compromise.”
John ran his hand over the soft black material covering the back of the couch. “It is very nice furniture.”
John smiled at Rodney and called the pizza place and put in their order. Two large, hand tossed, light on the sauce, one meat lovers, and one supreme, for delivery, charge.
~Your address sir?~
John’s face went blank. “Fuck. Rodney, what’s our address?” He asked, “We just moved in today.” He told the pizza guy.
~No problem sir, I understand.~ The guy said.
“2734 north Grandview Boulevard.” Rodney rattled off as if he’d been memorizing it since he and John signed the paperwork.
John repeated the address and was told their order would be there in forty five minutes or less.
He sighed after he hung up the phone, “I guess I should find some plates.” He said as he eyed the boxes that said kitchen.
Ronon helped John take the boxes into the kitchen while Rodney set about connecting their TV and satellite.
By the time John got to the bottom of the second of the three kitchen boxes he still hadn’t found the plates.
“I’m thinking we should have been a little more specific in labeling rather than just writing ‘kitchen’,” he said to himself as he put the cooking utensils in the drawer.
“John…” Rodney called out.
“Yeah?” John called back.
“Card.”
“Here.”
Rodney came into the kitchen a moment later and John tossed him his wallet.
He took out his knife and cut the tape on the third and final kitchen box.
“Doesn’t that just figure!?” he asked the empty room as he looked down at a stack of plates. He pulled out three plates and dug in the drawer he’d just filled with utensils and found the pizza cutter then went into the dining room.
The three men sat in the living room after having filled up on pizza and beer, watching Friday the 13th. John was leaning on the arm of the couch with Rodney between his legs, his arms were around Rodney’s waist, their fingers laced together, their arms crossed lovingly over Rodney’s stomach. John snatching tiny kisses from Rodney’s neck from time to time and occasionally sucking lightly on the shell of Rodney’s ear. Ronon was back on the chair again, sitting in front of the picture window that was closest to the fireplace. The TV, a large 52 inch plasma, was hung on the wall that closed in the staircase, beneath the TV on a stand was the DVD player and the satellite box.
On the other side of the room, facing the fireplace, were the two high back chairs that Rodney bought with the specific purpose of being fireplace chairs, with a small round end table between them. Rodney had said it reminded him of masterpiece theatre and had threatened to buy John a smoking jacket until John threatened to show Jeanie the pictures they’d taken their last night on Atlantis. That had stopped the smoking jacket threat in its tracks and John hadn’t heard of it since.
It was ten thirty before Ronon stretched and mumbled that he needed to head out, he was going back to Atlantis tomorrow, he had something to do with Teyla but he wasn’t telling them what it was.
“So, how’s the new apartment treating you?” Rodney asked while John called Ronon a cab.
“Your planet has some strange rules. But I think I’m finally starting to catch on. Now that I’ve had a friendly conversation with my neighbor who kept playing his music too loud at night, things are starting to look up. I haven’t seen that guy in a week though.”
“You didn’t kill him did you?” John asked after he’d hung up the phone.
“No, but I may have used a few threats. I think he moved. Just as well.”
“Just remember Ronon, this isn’t the Pegasus galaxy where you can get away with everything. There are rules here that can land you in prison if broken.” Rodney reminded kindly.
“I think that’s why they kept my gun at the SGC.”
“You’re probably right.” John laughed.
They’d watched the news until Ronon left; Ronon was a big fan of the news. He loved how they sat on TV and told you all the shit that was going on in the world and then asked for the civilians help in finding the bad guys. He was also amazed at how they always knew what the weather for the entire week was going to be.
John took the remote off the coffee table and turned off the TV.
“I’m so tired.” He grumbled. “But at least ordering pizza caused the kitchen to be two thirds unpacked.” He added brightly.
“You can’t go to bed yet.” Rodney said as he turned between John’s legs and got to his knees. He put his hands on John’s shoulders and leaned forward kissing John lightly on the tip of the nose.
“No?” John asked, his voice deep and sultry.
“Nope,” Rodney replied and kissed John’s temples, the left then the right. “We have to break in the new house.”
“Ah, and how do you suggest we do that?”
“Well, there’s really only one sure fire way to break in a new house, and you’ve been heading toward it all night. I think my ear is probably purple by now.” Rodney said and kissed John on the mouth.
John moaned into Rodney’s mouth and wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him forward until Rodney’s chest was against his own.
Rodney pulled his hips back a bit without breaking the kiss. He slid his hands between their bodies and started unbuckling John’s belt. John moaned again and Rodney swallowed it hungrily.
Rodney moved the kiss from John’s mouth over to his ear; he sucked the lobe into his mouth and pulled lightly as his hands started working on the button and zipper of John’s pants.
John’s hands were running up and down Rodney’s sides. He found the hem of Rodney’s shirt and ran his hands under it. He brought his hands to Rodney’s front and started rubbing his fingers over Rodney’s nipples, pinching and pulling until they were perfectly erect.
Rodney groaned as John’s fingers attacked his sensitive nipples. He moved the kiss to John’s neck and sucked hard. He pushed his hand down John’s open pants and brushed his fingers over the tip of John’s erection. John grunted and bucked, his fingers paused for a moment.
“Oh god Rodney,” John said through ragged breaths.
Rodney pulled off of John’s neck and smiled at the purple mark he’d left. He got off the couch and knelt beside it. He pushed John’s pants and boxers to his knees and leaned forward, lightly brushing a kiss over the tip of John’s dick.
John closed his eyes and rolled his head back. Rodney’s mouth had more talents than anyone would ever know, and as far as he was concerned, he was the only one who would experience Rodney’s mouth for the rest of time.
Rodney parted his lips and ran his tongue out between them. He licked a strip from John’s balls to his engorged head and back down again. John moaned loudly and Rodney smiled, he’d always loved the sounds John made when he was deep in the throes of sexual stimulation, and he always knew where John was because his breathing came in stages.
He leaned further and lapped at John’s balls before sucking one into his mouth and drenching it with his tongue.
“Fuck Rodney…” John grunted as one of his hands landed on the back of Rodney’s head.
Rodney released and licked back up; he took the swollen purple head into his mouth and sucked hard. John was growling now, his exhales rumbling out of his lungs around the lip he had clenched tight between his teeth.
Rodney hummed as he took a little more of John into his mouth, the vibration made John’s hips jerk forward and Rodney could swear that John squealed. He continued going down until John was almost completely engulfed in his hot mouth, then he sucked as he pulled back up just as slowly. He repeated the torturously slow motion a few more times until John had stopped growling. His exhales had escalated to short moans hummed out between tight lips.
Rodney cupped John’s balls in one hand and started rolling them through his fingers. John opened his mouth and his exhales came out as whispers.
“Unh… unh… unh… unh...”
Rodney knew that John was close because his lower lip was caught between his teeth and he hummed out a shaky “mmmmm”.
Rodney pulled back and focused his attention on John’s head, running his tongue over the slit and under the rim.
John tensed and he released his lip, clenched his teeth and grunted loud and long as he squirted long ropey strands of come into Rodney’s greedy mouth. Rodney milked him of every last drop.
Rodney hummed his pleasure as he released John, his dick falling limp onto his hip.
John rested his head against the couch arm, breathing deeply and trying to get control over his trembling muscles. Rodney climbed back onto the couch and straddled John’s hips. He leaned forward and kissed John deeply; he weaved his fingers through John’s hair and held his head up.
“Still can’t go to sleep.” Rodney said.
John smiled weakly and hummed.
“We still have to break in the bed, and I’ve got plans for that ass.” Rodney said and pushed his hips forward, pressing his erection to John’s stomach.
John moaned happily and seemed to get some energy back.
The End