Fic: Sensitivity (a Grandview story) Rated NC-17
Title: Sensitivity
Rated: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Warning: None
Word count: 2,934
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 canceled. We may have to move it to Cinemax though.
Nathan is all mine though… so take THAT MGM!!
The lights faded and the vial emerged from the top of the device.
“John,” Rodney asked.
John leapt off the bed, rushed past Rodney and threw up in the toilet.
Rodney turned and walked toward John.
John threw his hand out; he was still on his knees bent over the toilet. “Don’t touch me,” he commanded.
“John, I…” Rodney said sorrowfully.
“No it’s okay Rodney. Just give me a minute.” John’s voice was shaking and so were his muscles. He grabbed the handle and flushed, then promptly dirtied the clean water and flushed again. He lifted himself slowly onto unsteady legs and turned toward the sink. He almost threw up again when he brushed his teeth but he managed to hold himself together.
“You alright?” Rodney asked from the doorway.
John sighed. “Yeah, just… I don’t know. It’s weird, I can’t explain it, my body is really sensitive.”
“Does it hurt?”
“No it just… feels.”
“Feels?”
“I don’t know how to explain it. God I hope it goes away or at least tones down some.”
“What do you mean, ‘feels’?”
John sighed. “You know how when you’re lying on the bed you don’t ‘feel’ the bed? I mean you feel it, but it’s something you’ve felt for your entire life so you just don’t register it.”
“Yeah,” Rodney agreed.
“And how you only feel the carpet on your feet when it’s new.”
“Yeah.”
“A little while before that thing got done, I started feeling the bed, when I got up I felt the carpet. It feels like I can feel the air, Rodney.”
“That’s why you didn’t want me to touch you?”
“Yeah, everything’s really intense right now.”
“Well, the database did say your body would undergo changes and that it could be awhile before you felt normal again. It’s almost like being a new person, you now have the ability to get pregnant John, and you’re a man. I’m sure babies feel the mattress for awhile after they’re born.”
“I hope it doesn’t last too long, this is uncomfortable. And for the record, even though I know you’d never bother me when I told you not to, you’re not even trying to get me pregnant until this wears off. Damn, having sex right now would probably make me explode or something.”
Rodney couldn’t help but laugh.
~*~
They’d called Sam to pick up Nathan. He was in a ‘cling to John’ phase and John was in no position to be clung to at the moment. John had spent the rest of the day being as still as possible and not letting anything that wasn’t necessary touch him. Rodney had kept his distance at John’s request but had never gone far from his side.
John had tossed from one side to the other and turned from his back to his front and back again. He could feel everything, his boxers, the blanket above him, the sheet below him and the pillow under his head. He had eventually settled on being still but that didn’t stop him from feeling, it just kept the blanket and sheet from rubbing. He sighed and stared up at the ceiling, the room was lit dimly by the rising full moon shining through their venetian blinds.
“Can’t sleep?” Rodney asked.
“No,” John huffed.
Rodney turned toward him and propped himself on one elbow. “You know John, this hypersensitivity could be interesting.”
“No Rodney,” John said without turning to look at him.
“Come on John, let me try something.”
“No!”
“Just once. Please?”
John rolled his eyes and sighed, “alright, but stop if I tell you to.”
“Okay.”
John closed his eyes when he felt Rodney move.
Rodney reached out and ran the pad of one finger lightly over the shell of John’s ear and John gasped.
“Oh God,” he drawled breathily.
Rodney ran his finger along John’s jaw line and down his jugular vein.
John’s eyes were still closed and it sounded like he had to pull every trembling breath forcibly into his body, but he hadn’t given the command to stop, so Rodney continued.
Rodney’s finger felt like fire and ice as it ran its path along John’s body, simultaneously burning and soothing his skin. It felt so much better than the blanket or the sheet, in fact, John no longer felt those things. Rodney’s skin touching his was all there was in the world at that moment. And when his finger brushed across John’s nipple, John’s eyes flew open and he pulled Rodney down onto him.
Their mouths met in a passionate kiss that was filled with want and need and pure love.
John felt every pore in Rodney’s skin as he ran his hands down his back and sides. He felt the hairs on Rodney’s chest tickling his skin and nipples and tangling with the hairs on his own chest as their bodies moved with the force of the kiss.
Rodney shifted his weight and John turned away from the kiss and whimpered when Rodney’s erection brushed his.
He was breathing in short shallow gasps now and he turned toward Rodney.
“Make love to me Rodney,” he whispered.
Rodney nodded and kissed him again.
The edges of John’s vision had gone soft and blurry when Rodney had prepared him, but when he pushed in, John saw stars. He rolled his head back into the pillow and grabbed fistfuls of the sheet. Inarticulate noises were rolling out of John’s mouth interspersed with guttural growls.
He felt Rodney’s fingers on his hips, he felt the hard bone under soft skin of Rodney’s hips with his thighs as Rodney thrust forward and back, he felt Rodney’s balls smacking his ass and he felt the push and pull of the skin on Rodney’s dick as he slid into and out of him.
John momentarily lost the ability to breathe when Rodney took his erection into his hand. John bit his lip and the metallic taste of blood touched his tongue.
He gasped in a breath only when Rodney said his name and used his free hand to smack John’s hip.
It felt like a fire had ignited in his stomach and was making its way to his groin.
“Ro-haa… Ro-haa,” John tried to speak but his breath and voice had turned against him.
“S’ok,” Rodney said between his own quickening breaths, “I know.”
Rodney quickened his pace and John’s vision went white as he came.
A moment later Rodney grunted loudly, then he was on top of John gently kissing his chest.
John wrapped his arms around Rodney’s shoulders and held him for a long time.
~*~
“Feel better?” Rodney asked when John opened his eyes to a sun drenched room. He was standing at the foot of the bed with Nathan in his arms.
John yawned and stretched, “eah,” he said through the yawn.
“You should, you slept like a dead man last night. I had to pry myself out of your arms to go to the bathroom. How’s the sensitivity?”
John moved his eyes from one side to the other then wriggled his body lightly. “Back to normal,” He stated.
“Good.”
“Duhduh,” had become Nathan’s word for John.
John lifted his head off the pillow and furrowed his brow at Nathan. “What time is it?” he asked Rodney.
“Almost noon, Sam dropped him off three hours ago,” Rodney said as he put Nathan on the bed.
Nathan scrambled up John’s side on his hands and knees and flopped on John’s chest and spread his arms wide, he patted John’s biceps with the tips of his fingers.
“I missed you too bud,” John said as he hugged his son back; he patted Nathan lightly on the butt. “Somebody needs a diaper change,” he said and raised his eyebrows at Rodney.
“Dada,” Nathan said and John laughed.
“That’s right, dada,” John said and put Nathan back on the bed beside him. “Go get him.”
Rodney picked Nathan up and held him on his hip. “You getting up?” he asked John.
“Yeah,” John said and sat up.
Rodney turned and left the room and John went to take a shower.
John was feeding Nathan his finely chopped spaghetti when Rodney came in through the garage door with a paper grocery bag in each arm.
“Is he getting any of that in his mouth?” Rodney asked when he stepped up behind John.
“A little,” John replied smugly. “I was teaching him how to eat with a spoon.”
“You let him feed himself?” Rodney asked cynically.
“Yep, he didn’t do too good with the spoon, but he can shove it in with his fist.”
“You made the mess, you’re going to be the one to clean him up,” Rodney told him firmly.
“I know. Besides, he needs to have his hair washed so we can get that mop cut.”
“We’re cutting his hair?” Rodney asked excitedly.
“We’re not; we’re taking him to cookie cutters.”
“What’s that?”
“They specialize in cutting kids’ hair,” John said by way of explanation.
“Okay, whatever. When are we taking him?”
“After lunch… well, after his bath after lunch.” He looked at Nathan. “You want to get your hair cut like daddy’s?” he asked him.
“Duhduh,” Nathan said and grabbed a handful of his hair in his spaghetti sauce covered hand.
John smirked and twisted his head around to look at Rodney. “He likes my hair better,” he joked.
“Well that fly away style of yours wouldn’t look as good in my color so it’s a good thing he has your hair.”
“Ha,” John exclaimed and pointed a finger with sauce dabbed on the tip at Rodney. “It took eight years, but you finally admitted that my hair looks good.”
“I didn’t mean to,” Rodney said tightly.
“But you did,” John replied.
Rodney shook his head. “No, you took it wrong, what I meant was that Nathan has your style and it’s cute on him and it might not be if he had my color hair.”
“Yeah, back pedal all you want buddy, you can’t get out of this; you like my hair.”
Rodney sighed. “Alright, fine. I like your hair.”
John smiled with only half his mouth and bobbled his head proudly from side to side.
Rodney leaned over and wrapped his arms around John’s shoulders and pressed his lips to John’s ear and said, “I like the rest of you too though.”
John growled in his throat and fed Nathan another bite.
~*~
Nathan happily looked at a book in the backseat as they made their way home from the barber shop. His hair was now short and standing in every direction on his head and his slightly slanted ears were finally visible once again.
Rodney smiled at the memory of the stylist trying to get Nathan’s hair to lie down. She had sprayed and combed and finally she threw her hands up and said ‘I can’t do it. Your son’s hair just won’t stay down’. Rodney had simply pointed at John’s head and the woman got a knowing look on her face and just nodded. Nathan was given an orange balloon which he let go of as soon as they were out of the building; he’d waved to it and given it a fond “bye bye”.
John pulled the car into the garage and Rodney got Nathan out of his carseat and carried him into the house.
Rodney sat Nathan on the floor and piled his toys around him. “You alright?” he asked John as he joined him on the couch.
John sighed and nodded. “Just kind of tired, guess the device took more out of me that I thought.”
“Why don’t you go lie down then?”
“No,” John replied and scooted down to lie on the couch. “I’ll just rest here for awhile.”
“Alright,” Rodney said and slid out from under John’s legs. “Nathan and I will go out back and let you rest.” Rodney went and picked up Nathan. “Won’t we? Yeah, we’ll go outside and let daddy rest,” he continued as he carried Nathan down the hall and out the back door.
As Rodney pushed Nathan in the swing, he thought about the intensity of his and John’s love making. He understood why it had been so intense for John, his insides had been altered or reconfigured or added to or something and it had left him extremely sensitive. What Rodney didn’t know though, was why it had been so intense for him; it was like John’s sensitivity had been contagious through close contact. He hadn’t felt any different before or after, but during the time when he was inside John, the world had come to life.
It had scared him when John had stopped breathing. After he had pulled himself out of John’s arms and gone to the bathroom, Rodney turned on the lamp on John’s side of the bed, John hadn’t even moved his eyelids, and looked at the bright red hand print he’d left on John’s hip. It probably wasn’t necessary to hit him that hard, but he’d been scared and pumped full of adrenaline from the love making and slightly on edge from the sensations he was getting from John.
He hadn’t slept the rest of that night. He kept his eyes on John and listened to his breathing.
John was sitting up when Rodney carried Nathan into the house. He watched as Rodney rounded the corner and carried their sleeping son upstairs.
“Feel better?” Rodney asked when he came back downstairs.
John nodded and smiled slightly. “Is ‘feel better’ and ‘you alright’ going to be your constant greetings from now on?” he asked.
“What?” Rodney asked as he sat beside John.
“That’s what you say every time you see me now.”
“Well I’m concerned.”
“And I appreciate that, but I’m fine. I don’t feel any different than I did before; I just got a little tired today. You’re the one that said the database said it could be awhile before I was back to normal.”
“Okay.”
“Trust me Rodney, I’ll tell you if something is wrong.”
“I trust you.” Rodney leaned over and kissed him. John pulled him closer and deepened the kiss.
~*~
A few days after that, John was feeling like his old self again and had gone back to work.
Going back to daycare was hard on Nathan after having been at home for almost a week with John, but it was just as hard for John and Rodney to leave their crying son.
Two weeks later, they had to cut a mission short because John got sick off world. As they walked back through the gate, John was hopeful that it meant that he’d conceived, but when Porter got sick as they were in their post mission exam that hope faded a little. And when Garrett got sick an hour later John had decided not to mention it to Rodney at all. The three of them had eaten lunch at the same place after all, and John figured that food poisoning was more apt to be the culprit behind his rolling stomach.
John woke up when he felt a tiny hand pounding on his stomach and Nathan’s repeated ‘duhduh’ filled his ears.
“Hey bud,” he said and picked him up. “Where’s daddy?”
“In the kitchen,” Rodney said from the hallway.
“Dada,” Nathan said and pointed at Rodney in answer to John’s question.
“What are you doing?” John asked.
“Cooking dinner. You’re lazy butt has been on that couch since I got home from work. Everything alright?”
“Yeah, me, Porter and Garrett got sick from eating at Pete’s deli. We had to cut the mission short.”
“You sure it was the deli?”
“I don’t think team mates experience sympathy vomiting Rodney.”
Rodney smiled and it looked sad. “Just wondering.”
“I’ll let you know if I think it happened. Not that you wouldn’t eventually know anyway.”
“I’d rather know before everyone could tell too.”
“So would I.”
“I’m sure you’d know.”
“I wouldn’t know what it felt like even if I did feel it Rodney. Never done this before, remember?”
“Mmm hmm, well dinner will be ready in half an hour,” Rodney said and headed back into the kitchen.
“I don’t think I’ll be joining you tonight,” John called after him.
John carried Nathan into the dining room and put him in the chair; he locked the tray in place and went into the kitchen to get his dinner. John blew out a breath and rubbed his stomach as he looked in the cabinet. He groaned as he fixed Nathan’s food.
“Are you alright?” Rodney asked.
John turned toward Rodney and threw his hand over his mouth at the sight of the skillet of ground beef. He barely made it to the little bathroom before he threw up. He flushed covered his eyes and leaned his elbow on the toilet seat.
A moment later he felt Rodney’s hand rubbing gentle circles on his back. “Maybe we should call Carson or Carolyn.”
“No,” John said. “If I’m not better by tomorrow night then I’ll call them.”
“John,”
“Rodney, we can’t call them every time I get the sniffles.”
“This isn’t the sniffles John, you’re throwing up and that’s a sign of pregnancy.”
“It’s also a sign of illness Rodney. If Porter and Garrett weren’t sick too then it’d be a different story.”
“Alright, well go upstairs and go to bed. I’ll bring you some juice later,” Rodney said as he helped John off the floor.
“Okay,” John sighed. “Feed Nathan.”
“I will John, go to bed.”
John groaned, slunk up the stairs and flopped into the bed.
TBC…