I bring fic...
I haven't posted here before...but I've been reading for awhile. I decided it was high time I inflicted...um...shared fic.
Feel free to be as critical as you like. I've been writing for as long as I can remember but this is my first Rodney/Ronon fic and the very first Atlantis fic that I've shared.
Touch-Hunger
Pairing: Rodney/Ronon
Rating: NC-17
Setting: After Duet. Ronon approaches Rodney one night when he’s alone in his lab.
Author’s Notes: It started out as porn and as just about everything I write it developed a mind of its own and created its own little plot and away it went, out into the world.
Summary: Ronon has everything he needs in Atlantis. Shelter, food all the basics but after the initial shock of so many people pressing in on him wears off, the overwhelming need for human contact kicks in.
Thanks to: never_walk. I took you literally. I gave into my plot bunnies. This is my version of bonding.
Part One
“Please. Please I just…I need.”
Advancing on Rodney. Rodney who was backing away slowly, frowning.
“What.” A half stumble.
Ronon whimpered.
“What are you babbling about?” snapping but slightly breathless.
Not worried or frightened exactly, but he…Ronon, could just kill him, nothing to stop him, no marines, no weapons, no help but he didn’t think he was going to. Until his hand came snapping out, grabbing his wrist, tight but not too tight.
God he just, he was still advancing, getting closer, breathing hard, eyes wild, hot, hard. Desperate.
“I just…I need…Please.” So desperate.
He tried to jerk away, hand coming up to cover Ronon’s and gasp, shudder, eyes fluttering half closed.
“Yes…yes…please. Please.” Eyelashes falling open again.
“Please what?” curious, flustered, not panicking. Yet.
Licking his lips, staring down at Rodney.
“Please.” Hoarse whisper.
“Yes, yes yes but please what? What on earth do you want?”
“You…touch. I just, I need, please.”
Frowning then slowly looking down at Ronon’s fingers. Fingers tensing, gentle, rhythmic squeezing. He stroked carefully, hand slowly covering Ronon’s. Shiver, shudder, whimper. Mouth closed, tight thin line.
Rodney licked his own lips.
“You ah…you’re proposing I…we…um…”
Nodding. His grip on Rodney twitching hard, making him gasp in almost pain.
“I’m sorry.” Almost cracking. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I won’t hurt you, I promise…I…please.”
Desperate, begging.
Rodney took his hand away, Ronon made a half sob, half whimper sound, only to gasp as the hand stroked up his forearm.
“Let me go.” Soft steel.
Now he was sobbing, no tears just, choking on air. On desperate craving need.
“Please.” Begging.
“Just…Ronon.” Quiet. “Let me go.”
He forced his hand to relax, release. Listened as Rodney grunted a soft happy sound.
“Good.” Whispered on a breath.
“Rodney.” Whimpering desperation.
Head down, shaking, eyes on the floor.
“Not here.”
Throbbing, pounding.
“We can’t do this here.” Calm, clear.
Then a shaky breath.
“Where…” looking up finally, licking his lips. “Where do you want to do this? And do not say right here.” Warning.
Eyes gone huge, lips parted, breathless. He was saying yes?
“Just…need, please.”
“Yes yes.” Impatient. “ But we can’t very well do that here now can we? So…” slightly shaking breath. “Where? Your…” a cough. “Your place or mine?” out in a rush.
“Mine.” Instant.
“Alright then.” A long pause. “Well…lead the way. I’m coming.” Hands gesturing.
Silence. He couldn’t move. Rodney kept staring. Impatient. Pulse thudding in his neck. Sudden, desperate desire to know how he’d taste there. That neck meets shoulder point underneath it. And the ear glides into neck point. Stepping forward, reaching.
“Not Here!” shocked half shout, slapping his hand away.
Breathing rapid now, swallowing hard.
“Look why…why don’t we just…”
“Please.” So desperate, pleading, begging.
Brief shudder, Rodney’s eyes closing, reaching out to touch Ronon’s hand.
“Alright.” Breath, another deep breath. “Alright. I get it. Really I just…we should move. Get moving if we’re going to…”
Frowning up, staring but silent.
“Alright.” Agreeing.
Ronon’s room was…
“Can’t…need…”
Heat. Body. Arms. So tight but not, not kissing. Just holding, hugging so tight. Face pressed into neck, shoulder. Hands tight, clenched in his shirt, pulling it tight against his back. Lips and oh…that was desire. Which didn’t, maybe wasn’t what Ronon really needed. So badly needed. His hands fluttered, fumbled, patted him awkward.
“I won’t hurt you. I won’t. I promise I won’t.” Rumbling reassurances.
“I know. You said that before. You just…tell me what it is you do want…need.”
Ronon’s hand slid down his back, up under the hem of his shirt.
“Can…can I?”
Choking on it. Desperation, need, desire, can’t…need…Blunt fingers digging in, soft then smooth. Rhythm, pulse, stroke. Up, up under shirt, over skin, so warm, so warm. Forcing Rodney to arch, shudder against him.
“You just.” Breathless. “You just want to…”
Shiver as his lips parted, tasted that throbbing pulse point in his neck. Soft moan.
“Ronon.”
“Please.” Desperate, still needing, shuddering, rocking, wanting.
“Oh god…I think.” Licking his dry lips, tugging at Ronon’s shirt. “You should take this off.”
But that, that meant he had to, Rodney, he had to let go and he…he couldn’t. He couldn’t, Rodney could, he could…Soothing hands. Slowly stroking up, down his back, across, over his shoulders. Firm fingers against his sides. He couldn’t, couldn’t hold. Still. He should be, try to hold. Still. Whimper moaning. But it felt so good. Moaning into Rodney’s ear, eyes closed. Breathless and hoarse. Shuddering when he stopped, hands holding his hips still. Rodney was leaning back. Careful, slow. Looking up. Dark, so much dark, barely any colour left. Hands gliding, sliding his shirt up, revealing stomach, rapid heaving chest.
“A little help.” Half smile, half frown with his mouth. His…
Mouth hot, hard, lips firm. Closed.
“Please just…” nudging, pressing, bumping lips against.
Hoping, forgetting but wanting. Till reluctant…movement. Heat, brief soft tongue. Hand over his cheek, tilting and oh…angle. That was…he could, deeper.
Warm and heat and taste. Coffee. Chocolate. Bittersweet, strong lips. His tongue. Soft, sliding. Moan. Grind, bucking hips. So hard.
“Oh.”
And.
“Please.”
And then there was a wall. Rodney’s mouth and groaning, straight into his mouth. Wall pressing against his hands, hands stroking Rodney’s back, hip, shoulder, head. Touch, touch oh groan, grind.
“Thankyou.” Reverent.
“You needed this?” lips, soft pressing murmur.
Nodding, friction.
“Shirt.” Tugging again.
This time he helped, letting Rodney break the kisses to strip it off. Brief awe then flare, jolt, sharp cry. Pleasure. His hands just sliding down his chest, up again and jolt, flare, buck again. Nipples, he couldn’t remember but sensitive.
“Please.” Panting. “Don’t.”
Too much, it was, he couldn’t, grabbing, holding his wrists too tight. Too tight. Let go. Releasing.
“Just…please. Don’t.”
Rodney nodding, blushing. Faint red flush.
“Sorry.”
Nudging his lips again, soft warm, pushing, tasting, feeling. A hand slipping to the back of his neck, pulling down, pressing up, whole body arching. Away from the wall, into, against. Moan. Other hand sliding, slip, soft fingers down, stopping above leather.
Groan, rocking. Rodney. Rodney…moaning.
“Do you want to…I mean there is a…we could…or we could just…ah…Bed?”
Growl. It just rumbled as he rocked, ground into, hips. McKay moaning. Distance, he…he couldn’t. He…he’d hurt…he’d hurt him. Couldn’t control. Had no control.
“No.” hoarse, grinding, wanting, desperate. Desire. Need. So much want.
Rodney’s head was, tilting back, exposing his neck to…Tasting, sucking, soft bite and Rodney groaned. Babbled a prayer. Then suddenly.
“NO?” disbelief. “Did you say No?”
Groaning. But he couldn’t, couldn’t. Pain. He’d end up hurting him, and he promised.
“No.” reaffirming. “No bed.”
“Oh. Um…because…we don’t have to. I just…I was just thinking…my back and you’re…you could just…Trust me.”
Pulling away to look down. Rodney staring up.
“We don’t have to…you know we can just…you like this.” Stroking his back so…soothing, calming. “So Trust me.” Determined.
Shaking dreads.
“No.”
“For God’s sake.” Pushing at him. “Just…”
And he was letting him, letting himself be pushed back, holding on but letting Rodney push him back towards the bed. Whimper.
“Lay down.”
He blinked. Rodney was impatient.
“Just lay down on your stomach. Lay down!” still pushing at him, so insistent.
Till he obeyed, lay down, rolled onto his stomach, felt Rodney…
Rodney’s hands…then mouth, lips so soft as he pushed dreads out of the way. Weight over his hips. He was straddling, leaning down, chest just brushing and he was squirming, arching his back into it. Need. Desire. Want. Just, so much…he needed. Weight, pressure, warm, pushing him back down. Chest molding, hands sliding. Lips, hot breath against his neck, shoulder.
“Lay still.” A little breathless.
Open mouthed kisses against his skin, light suction set him moaning. But he tried harder to lay still. Slight shift and the leather chafed, he wanted off, wanted to take them off. But Rodney, Rodney’s hands sliding, pressing over his shoulders, up over the back of his neck. Then down, all the way down. Touching leather and he couldn’t stay still, grinding, groaning, whimper.
“Please…I want…” panting, so hoarse.
“You want these off?” tense, voice breaking.
Nodding because he’s lost his voice. Rubbing his forehead against the sheets.
Shaking fingers, hands.
“Help.” Breathless.
He lifted his hips, pushed up onto his knees. Rodney moaning another prayer. Fumbling with the catches and ties. Breathless prayer, mouth, lips hovering. Hot, sharp gasp against his lower back. Pained whimper as the leather slid away, down his thighs, one knee at a time then caught in boots and left there.
“Ronon.” Breathless. “Ronon.”
It was as far as he got, hands sliding up, as Ronon shifted his thighs apart, balanced, moaning into his forearm. Hoarse prayer, feeling it in moans against his arse. Palm, hand and suddenly jolting, bucking, groaning cry. Stroking. Rodney was, his hand. Rodney between his legs, slick hand sliding between, and mouth, mouth praying hot. Then blunt teeth. Cursing lave of tongue. He wanted…
“Please.”
“No!” Frantic. “No, no, no.”
Tongue getting closer to.
“Please…you…inside.”
Aching. Rodney’s hand griping his calf.
“No.” breathless. “I won’t. No.”
Some praying babble about taking advantage, then his tongue. Slick, heat. Flick, flick and bellowing, shocked, head back, loud as it…tearing through, flooding out. So many years. So long and so much heat, wet, crying. He couldn’t stop crying.
Rodney sliding up, draped over his back. Chest to back, holding him together. Mouth. Lips so soft and hands stroking. Soft murmuring babble against his skin, straight into his soul.
“I wanted.” So many tears, couldn’t get the words out.
Soft soothing sounds.
“I know what you wanted.”
“You don’t?” he didn’t know their words.
“Next time maybe.” Quiet, not even close to calm.
And the tears were tapering off, quiet, relaxing.
He was dozing off. Tears stopped. He had to ask.
“You’ll stay?”
Suddenly still.
“Is that what you want?”
Nodding.
“Please.”
“Yes…Yes alright. I’ll stay. But I’m not sleeping in the wet spot.”
Nodding. Agreeing. He wasn’t sure, but he thought he knew what he was saying.
Feel free to be as critical as you like. I've been writing for as long as I can remember but this is my first Rodney/Ronon fic and the very first Atlantis fic that I've shared.
Touch-Hunger
Pairing: Rodney/Ronon
Rating: NC-17
Setting: After Duet. Ronon approaches Rodney one night when he’s alone in his lab.
Author’s Notes: It started out as porn and as just about everything I write it developed a mind of its own and created its own little plot and away it went, out into the world.
Summary: Ronon has everything he needs in Atlantis. Shelter, food all the basics but after the initial shock of so many people pressing in on him wears off, the overwhelming need for human contact kicks in.
Thanks to: never_walk. I took you literally. I gave into my plot bunnies. This is my version of bonding.
Part One
“Please. Please I just…I need.”
Advancing on Rodney. Rodney who was backing away slowly, frowning.
“What.” A half stumble.
Ronon whimpered.
“What are you babbling about?” snapping but slightly breathless.
Not worried or frightened exactly, but he…Ronon, could just kill him, nothing to stop him, no marines, no weapons, no help but he didn’t think he was going to. Until his hand came snapping out, grabbing his wrist, tight but not too tight.
God he just, he was still advancing, getting closer, breathing hard, eyes wild, hot, hard. Desperate.
“I just…I need…Please.” So desperate.
He tried to jerk away, hand coming up to cover Ronon’s and gasp, shudder, eyes fluttering half closed.
“Yes…yes…please. Please.” Eyelashes falling open again.
“Please what?” curious, flustered, not panicking. Yet.
Licking his lips, staring down at Rodney.
“Please.” Hoarse whisper.
“Yes, yes yes but please what? What on earth do you want?”
“You…touch. I just, I need, please.”
Frowning then slowly looking down at Ronon’s fingers. Fingers tensing, gentle, rhythmic squeezing. He stroked carefully, hand slowly covering Ronon’s. Shiver, shudder, whimper. Mouth closed, tight thin line.
Rodney licked his own lips.
“You ah…you’re proposing I…we…um…”
Nodding. His grip on Rodney twitching hard, making him gasp in almost pain.
“I’m sorry.” Almost cracking. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I won’t hurt you, I promise…I…please.”
Desperate, begging.
Rodney took his hand away, Ronon made a half sob, half whimper sound, only to gasp as the hand stroked up his forearm.
“Let me go.” Soft steel.
Now he was sobbing, no tears just, choking on air. On desperate craving need.
“Please.” Begging.
“Just…Ronon.” Quiet. “Let me go.”
He forced his hand to relax, release. Listened as Rodney grunted a soft happy sound.
“Good.” Whispered on a breath.
“Rodney.” Whimpering desperation.
Head down, shaking, eyes on the floor.
“Not here.”
Throbbing, pounding.
“We can’t do this here.” Calm, clear.
Then a shaky breath.
“Where…” looking up finally, licking his lips. “Where do you want to do this? And do not say right here.” Warning.
Eyes gone huge, lips parted, breathless. He was saying yes?
“Just…need, please.”
“Yes yes.” Impatient. “ But we can’t very well do that here now can we? So…” slightly shaking breath. “Where? Your…” a cough. “Your place or mine?” out in a rush.
“Mine.” Instant.
“Alright then.” A long pause. “Well…lead the way. I’m coming.” Hands gesturing.
Silence. He couldn’t move. Rodney kept staring. Impatient. Pulse thudding in his neck. Sudden, desperate desire to know how he’d taste there. That neck meets shoulder point underneath it. And the ear glides into neck point. Stepping forward, reaching.
“Not Here!” shocked half shout, slapping his hand away.
Breathing rapid now, swallowing hard.
“Look why…why don’t we just…”
“Please.” So desperate, pleading, begging.
Brief shudder, Rodney’s eyes closing, reaching out to touch Ronon’s hand.
“Alright.” Breath, another deep breath. “Alright. I get it. Really I just…we should move. Get moving if we’re going to…”
Frowning up, staring but silent.
“Alright.” Agreeing.
Ronon’s room was…
“Can’t…need…”
Heat. Body. Arms. So tight but not, not kissing. Just holding, hugging so tight. Face pressed into neck, shoulder. Hands tight, clenched in his shirt, pulling it tight against his back. Lips and oh…that was desire. Which didn’t, maybe wasn’t what Ronon really needed. So badly needed. His hands fluttered, fumbled, patted him awkward.
“I won’t hurt you. I won’t. I promise I won’t.” Rumbling reassurances.
“I know. You said that before. You just…tell me what it is you do want…need.”
Ronon’s hand slid down his back, up under the hem of his shirt.
“Can…can I?”
Choking on it. Desperation, need, desire, can’t…need…Blunt fingers digging in, soft then smooth. Rhythm, pulse, stroke. Up, up under shirt, over skin, so warm, so warm. Forcing Rodney to arch, shudder against him.
“You just.” Breathless. “You just want to…”
Shiver as his lips parted, tasted that throbbing pulse point in his neck. Soft moan.
“Ronon.”
“Please.” Desperate, still needing, shuddering, rocking, wanting.
“Oh god…I think.” Licking his dry lips, tugging at Ronon’s shirt. “You should take this off.”
But that, that meant he had to, Rodney, he had to let go and he…he couldn’t. He couldn’t, Rodney could, he could…Soothing hands. Slowly stroking up, down his back, across, over his shoulders. Firm fingers against his sides. He couldn’t, couldn’t hold. Still. He should be, try to hold. Still. Whimper moaning. But it felt so good. Moaning into Rodney’s ear, eyes closed. Breathless and hoarse. Shuddering when he stopped, hands holding his hips still. Rodney was leaning back. Careful, slow. Looking up. Dark, so much dark, barely any colour left. Hands gliding, sliding his shirt up, revealing stomach, rapid heaving chest.
“A little help.” Half smile, half frown with his mouth. His…
Mouth hot, hard, lips firm. Closed.
“Please just…” nudging, pressing, bumping lips against.
Hoping, forgetting but wanting. Till reluctant…movement. Heat, brief soft tongue. Hand over his cheek, tilting and oh…angle. That was…he could, deeper.
Warm and heat and taste. Coffee. Chocolate. Bittersweet, strong lips. His tongue. Soft, sliding. Moan. Grind, bucking hips. So hard.
“Oh.”
And.
“Please.”
And then there was a wall. Rodney’s mouth and groaning, straight into his mouth. Wall pressing against his hands, hands stroking Rodney’s back, hip, shoulder, head. Touch, touch oh groan, grind.
“Thankyou.” Reverent.
“You needed this?” lips, soft pressing murmur.
Nodding, friction.
“Shirt.” Tugging again.
This time he helped, letting Rodney break the kisses to strip it off. Brief awe then flare, jolt, sharp cry. Pleasure. His hands just sliding down his chest, up again and jolt, flare, buck again. Nipples, he couldn’t remember but sensitive.
“Please.” Panting. “Don’t.”
Too much, it was, he couldn’t, grabbing, holding his wrists too tight. Too tight. Let go. Releasing.
“Just…please. Don’t.”
Rodney nodding, blushing. Faint red flush.
“Sorry.”
Nudging his lips again, soft warm, pushing, tasting, feeling. A hand slipping to the back of his neck, pulling down, pressing up, whole body arching. Away from the wall, into, against. Moan. Other hand sliding, slip, soft fingers down, stopping above leather.
Groan, rocking. Rodney. Rodney…moaning.
“Do you want to…I mean there is a…we could…or we could just…ah…Bed?”
Growl. It just rumbled as he rocked, ground into, hips. McKay moaning. Distance, he…he couldn’t. He…he’d hurt…he’d hurt him. Couldn’t control. Had no control.
“No.” hoarse, grinding, wanting, desperate. Desire. Need. So much want.
Rodney’s head was, tilting back, exposing his neck to…Tasting, sucking, soft bite and Rodney groaned. Babbled a prayer. Then suddenly.
“NO?” disbelief. “Did you say No?”
Groaning. But he couldn’t, couldn’t. Pain. He’d end up hurting him, and he promised.
“No.” reaffirming. “No bed.”
“Oh. Um…because…we don’t have to. I just…I was just thinking…my back and you’re…you could just…Trust me.”
Pulling away to look down. Rodney staring up.
“We don’t have to…you know we can just…you like this.” Stroking his back so…soothing, calming. “So Trust me.” Determined.
Shaking dreads.
“No.”
“For God’s sake.” Pushing at him. “Just…”
And he was letting him, letting himself be pushed back, holding on but letting Rodney push him back towards the bed. Whimper.
“Lay down.”
He blinked. Rodney was impatient.
“Just lay down on your stomach. Lay down!” still pushing at him, so insistent.
Till he obeyed, lay down, rolled onto his stomach, felt Rodney…
Rodney’s hands…then mouth, lips so soft as he pushed dreads out of the way. Weight over his hips. He was straddling, leaning down, chest just brushing and he was squirming, arching his back into it. Need. Desire. Want. Just, so much…he needed. Weight, pressure, warm, pushing him back down. Chest molding, hands sliding. Lips, hot breath against his neck, shoulder.
“Lay still.” A little breathless.
Open mouthed kisses against his skin, light suction set him moaning. But he tried harder to lay still. Slight shift and the leather chafed, he wanted off, wanted to take them off. But Rodney, Rodney’s hands sliding, pressing over his shoulders, up over the back of his neck. Then down, all the way down. Touching leather and he couldn’t stay still, grinding, groaning, whimper.
“Please…I want…” panting, so hoarse.
“You want these off?” tense, voice breaking.
Nodding because he’s lost his voice. Rubbing his forehead against the sheets.
Shaking fingers, hands.
“Help.” Breathless.
He lifted his hips, pushed up onto his knees. Rodney moaning another prayer. Fumbling with the catches and ties. Breathless prayer, mouth, lips hovering. Hot, sharp gasp against his lower back. Pained whimper as the leather slid away, down his thighs, one knee at a time then caught in boots and left there.
“Ronon.” Breathless. “Ronon.”
It was as far as he got, hands sliding up, as Ronon shifted his thighs apart, balanced, moaning into his forearm. Hoarse prayer, feeling it in moans against his arse. Palm, hand and suddenly jolting, bucking, groaning cry. Stroking. Rodney was, his hand. Rodney between his legs, slick hand sliding between, and mouth, mouth praying hot. Then blunt teeth. Cursing lave of tongue. He wanted…
“Please.”
“No!” Frantic. “No, no, no.”
Tongue getting closer to.
“Please…you…inside.”
Aching. Rodney’s hand griping his calf.
“No.” breathless. “I won’t. No.”
Some praying babble about taking advantage, then his tongue. Slick, heat. Flick, flick and bellowing, shocked, head back, loud as it…tearing through, flooding out. So many years. So long and so much heat, wet, crying. He couldn’t stop crying.
Rodney sliding up, draped over his back. Chest to back, holding him together. Mouth. Lips so soft and hands stroking. Soft murmuring babble against his skin, straight into his soul.
“I wanted.” So many tears, couldn’t get the words out.
Soft soothing sounds.
“I know what you wanted.”
“You don’t?” he didn’t know their words.
“Next time maybe.” Quiet, not even close to calm.
And the tears were tapering off, quiet, relaxing.
He was dozing off. Tears stopped. He had to ask.
“You’ll stay?”
Suddenly still.
“Is that what you want?”
Nodding.
“Please.”
“Yes…Yes alright. I’ll stay. But I’m not sleeping in the wet spot.”
Nodding. Agreeing. He wasn’t sure, but he thought he knew what he was saying.