Fic: Aftermath (SGA: John/Rodney, NC-17)
Title: Aftermath
Author: Sandy
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Rating: NC17
Pairing: John/Rodney
Word Count: 2,066
Warnings: M/M Slash
Spoilers: 2:13 Critical Mass
Feedback: Is lusted after and adored
Summary: A PWP tag for Critical Mass
Disclaimer: As much as I would love to own John & Rodney, alas I do not. I only make them have sex.
Prompt: #35, "Intercourse"
My John/Rodney Table
A/N My sixth entry for the smut_69 community.
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Rodney entered his room and fell backwards onto his bed, too tired to even take off his shoes. For the past several hours he, Zelenka (his face still stained and muttering Czech curses at Rodney under his breath much to Rodney's amusement), and Hermiod had run diagnostics on all the Atlantis systems and corrected the code that the Goa'uld saboteur had changed. At last Rodney determined that they had reached a point where everyone could take a break and get some rest. Hermiod, of course, had only blinked at him and beamed over to the Daedalus without a word.
Rodney hadn't seen John since he'd left the control room with Ronon after bringing him the access code. He'd thought about tracking the Colonel down, but weariness had led him straight to his room instead.
He was almost asleep when the sound of his door sliding open brought him back to half wakefulness. The weight of a heavy body landing on top of him brought him the rest of the way awake.
"Hi," John said with a grin. "Miss me?"
"Not as much as I'm going to miss the spleen you just ruptured," Rodney snarled.
John's grin widened. "Aw, honey," he teased lowering his head to nibble at Rodney's left earlobe, "you say the most romantic things."
Rodney grumped but opened his legs so John could settle more comfortably and turned his head a bit to give his lover better access to his ear. He rested his hands on John's hips and closed his eyes in pleasure. "Where were you?" he asked with a contented sigh as John's lips blazed a trail down his neck. To his disappointment, John lifted his head to answer.
"In the infirmary waiting to see how Caldwell was doing."
Rodney slipped his hands under John's t-shirt and glided over the warm skin and taut muscles. Closing his eyes when John's mouth returned to his neck, he asked, "How is he doing?"
"Okay," John murmured between licks. "The little naked alien guy was able to beam all of the snake-thing out of him, and Beckett says so far so good."
"Mmmm," Rodney said, thrusting his hips up to rub his cock against John's hardness.
John's lips traveled back up Rodney's neck until they hovered over Rodney's mouth. He brushed his lips lightly against Rodney's. "We lived through another crisis," he said, "thanks to you."
"Atlantis would be destroyed now if you hadn't gotten the access code off of the Goa'uld," Rodney reminded him.
John smiled and nibbled on Rodney's bottom lip. "We're the Dynamic Duo."
"Wonder Twin powers activate," Rodney said with a smirk.
John chuckled and placed his mouth over Rodney's. They'd been lovers for months now, but Rodney never got tired of just kissing John, feeling the weight of his body as he lay atop Rodney, feeling John's heat soak into his skin. They kissed slow and easy, allowing their passion to build, enjoying the feel of each other's body, each taking comfort that the other was here, alive and well and safe once again.
While they kissed, Rodney ran his fingertips lightly down John's back causing the other man to arch in appreciation. "Take your shirt off," he whispered when they broke apart for breath. John pulled back to kneel over Rodney's legs and dragged his t-shirt over his head. Rodney's hands immediately slid up John's body, fingers combing through the thick mat of hair on John's chest and stopping to lightly thumb the small, pert nipples. John's hips pushed forward from the stimulation, and Rodney sat up enough to take one of the nipples into his mouth, licking and sucking, his arms wrapped around John's back.
He could hear John panting as he exchanged one nipple for its mate, and he slid one of his hands around to cup John's erection. He was rewarded with the sound of his name on John's lips, and then John was shoving at Rodney's jacket. Rodney stopped fondling John long enough to shrug out of the jacket and allow his lover to pull his shirt over his head. As soon as he was bare from the waist up, John pushed him back and it was Rodney's turn to groan and whimper as John's lips tightened over one of Rodney's sensitive nipples.
John sucked and teased each bud in turn and then started to kiss a path down to Rodney's bellybutton. He began to fumble at the button of Rodney's pants, and then abruptly sat back up. "Naked, now!" he commanded, and slid off Rodney's body.
Rodney complied immediately, and when both men were nude, he grabbed John by the shoulders and shoved him down on the bed, climbing on top of him. They sighed as skin met skin. Rodney grabbed John by the head, burying his fingers in the unruly mass of hair, and kissed him, their tongues slowly meeting and twisting together and hips thrusting in unison.
Rodney was getting close, and he knew John was too, but he wanted more. He pulled his mouth away from John's. "I want to fuck you," he gasped. "I want to suck you until you come, and then I want to fuck you."
John's hips thrust up and he moaned, "Oh, Jesus, Rodney, yeah. I want that."
Rodney's whole body clenched and he had to close his eyes and fight for control; the raw need and desire in John's voice almost made him come right then. Digging his fingers into John's shoulders, he kissed him again and then began to kiss a trail down John's body. John's hands touched him everywhere he could reach, and his moans were like a musical accompaniment.
Reaching John's hips, he kissed his way down past the hard, eager cock. John's whine was soon replaced with more moans when Rodney pushed John's legs farther apart and started to nibble on the tender flesh of his inner thighs. Nibbling and licking his way down one thigh and up the other, he at last reached the moist, musky area that was his ultimate goal. Pushing John's legs up, he reached under his lover and tilted his hips, giving him access to all the tender, sensitive parts he craved.
He breathed in John's scent, heady and rich and so damned good it made his mouth water. He took one plump sac into his mouth and sucked gently, eliciting more moans from John. Tilting John's hips further, he ran the sharp, wet point of his tongue over the hyper-sensitive area that ran from balls to anus and back again, driving John wild as he teased and tasted. Lifting his head, he licked up along the vein on the back of John's cock until he reached the tip. Here was one of his favorite parts of John's body, and he ran his tongue over the smooth head lapping up the salty droplet of pre-cum. He heard John draw in his breath as he took the head of John's penis into his mouth. Sucking and licking, he closed his eyes as pure pleasure washed over him. He loved this. Loved tasting John, loved hearing John's moans and whimpers of encouragement, loved the feel of the warm, smooth skin in his mouth. Opening his mouth wider, he slid down the hard shaft and sucked.
John's fingers threaded in his hair and he made deep wordless sounds of approval. Rodney could feel John's orgasm building, but before it could hit, he lifted his head away from John's cock. He ignored the moan of protest and began to fumble in the small box that sat on the bottom shelf of the small table that sat beside his bed. Finding what he was looking for, he drew a tube out of the box and flipped open the cap with his thumb. John watched with eyes hot with desire as Rodney coated his fingers with the slick ointment. Reaching down, Rodney ran his fingers down John's perineum until he reached the tight ring of muscles that guarded John's opening.
Lowering his head, he took John back into his mouth and began to suck again while at the same time easing his finger inside John's body. The opening was tight, but John bore down and it slipped inside. John's heat surrounded him and he moved his finger in and out loosening his lover, preparing John to receive him. First one finger and then two, then a third, until John was panting and begging. When Rodney had him open and ready, he opened the back of his throat and swallowed John down at the same time he pushed on John's prostate.
That was all it took. John came with a cry of pleasure, pulse after pulse shooting down Rodney's throat. When John was nearly finished, Rodney pulled his head back a little to breathe before he returned to suck the last drop of come from John's cock.
When John was at last spent and he lay limp and gasping, Rodney slipped his fingers from John's body and released John's cock from his mouth. Unable to wait any longer, he grabbed up the lube again and coated his cock, then placed John's legs over his shoulders. Positioning himself, he began to ease in slowly allowing his lover to adjust to his intrusion into his body.
John made encouraging noises and pushed down on Rodney's cock until at last he was fully seated in John's body. He rested for a minute, bringing himself back under control when just the feel of John's heat and tightness would have brought him to orgasm. When he was ready, he began to move, slowly at first, taking his time, reveling in the feel of John's hot, tight channel. His need soon overcame his patience, however, and he began to thrust harder and faster, angling his cock so that he was hitting John's sweet spot, giving him all the pleasure he could while getting lost in his own.
All too soon, he felt his body tighten as his orgasm built until at last, with a cry of satisfaction, he came hard and long.
He allowed John's legs to slide from his shoulders as he slumped forward, gasping for air. When his breathing slowed down, he carefully withdrew from John and eased off the bed. On legs barely able to hold him up, he made his way to the bathroom and cleaned up. He came back to John with a warm, damp washcloth and towel and cleaned his lover of the remnants of lube and semen. He dropped a kiss on John's belly and was pulling away when John grabbed him and drew him in for another long, slow kiss. When it was over, Rodney went back to the bathroom to dispose of the soiled linens.
When he returned to the bedroom, John was already snuggled under the covers and Rodney climbed in, laying on his side so that John could spoon him. It was the only position they could sleep in on the narrow Atlantis cots.
Rodney was almost asleep when John murmured, "So, do you think you guys have everything fixed with the system now?"
"Just about," Rodney answered around a huge yawn. "I need to write a program now to prevent this from ever happening again."
"Oh," John said sounding disappointed.
"What?" Rodney asked turning his head a bit to try and see John.
"Nothing," John answered. "I was just kind of hoping we really could take a couple days off, that's all."
"Mmm," Rodney replied, mentally going over his schedule for the next few days. "Maybe in three days?" he suggested.
"Really?" John asked hopefully.
"Sure, barring another emergency. What did you want to do?"
"Well," John said. "There's that beach on the mainland with the nice waves. We could do some body surfing."
He sounded so hopeful that Rodney had to smile. He considered for a moment. Sun and sand weren't his favorite things, but he had his homemade sunscreen that would protect him from the sun's rays. And it had the additional benefit of doubling as lube. He made up his mind.
"Bitchin', dude," he answered indulgently.
He could feel the answering smile on the lips John pressed against his shoulder. "Cool."
John's arm hugged Rodney closer to him. Then, with soft sighs, the two heroes of Atlantis fell into a sound sleep.
The End
Author: Sandy
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Rating: NC17
Pairing: John/Rodney
Word Count: 2,066
Warnings: M/M Slash
Spoilers: 2:13 Critical Mass
Feedback: Is lusted after and adored
Summary: A PWP tag for Critical Mass
Disclaimer: As much as I would love to own John & Rodney, alas I do not. I only make them have sex.
Prompt: #35, "Intercourse"
My John/Rodney Table
A/N My sixth entry for the smut_69 community.
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Rodney entered his room and fell backwards onto his bed, too tired to even take off his shoes. For the past several hours he, Zelenka (his face still stained and muttering Czech curses at Rodney under his breath much to Rodney's amusement), and Hermiod had run diagnostics on all the Atlantis systems and corrected the code that the Goa'uld saboteur had changed. At last Rodney determined that they had reached a point where everyone could take a break and get some rest. Hermiod, of course, had only blinked at him and beamed over to the Daedalus without a word.
Rodney hadn't seen John since he'd left the control room with Ronon after bringing him the access code. He'd thought about tracking the Colonel down, but weariness had led him straight to his room instead.
He was almost asleep when the sound of his door sliding open brought him back to half wakefulness. The weight of a heavy body landing on top of him brought him the rest of the way awake.
"Hi," John said with a grin. "Miss me?"
"Not as much as I'm going to miss the spleen you just ruptured," Rodney snarled.
John's grin widened. "Aw, honey," he teased lowering his head to nibble at Rodney's left earlobe, "you say the most romantic things."
Rodney grumped but opened his legs so John could settle more comfortably and turned his head a bit to give his lover better access to his ear. He rested his hands on John's hips and closed his eyes in pleasure. "Where were you?" he asked with a contented sigh as John's lips blazed a trail down his neck. To his disappointment, John lifted his head to answer.
"In the infirmary waiting to see how Caldwell was doing."
Rodney slipped his hands under John's t-shirt and glided over the warm skin and taut muscles. Closing his eyes when John's mouth returned to his neck, he asked, "How is he doing?"
"Okay," John murmured between licks. "The little naked alien guy was able to beam all of the snake-thing out of him, and Beckett says so far so good."
"Mmmm," Rodney said, thrusting his hips up to rub his cock against John's hardness.
John's lips traveled back up Rodney's neck until they hovered over Rodney's mouth. He brushed his lips lightly against Rodney's. "We lived through another crisis," he said, "thanks to you."
"Atlantis would be destroyed now if you hadn't gotten the access code off of the Goa'uld," Rodney reminded him.
John smiled and nibbled on Rodney's bottom lip. "We're the Dynamic Duo."
"Wonder Twin powers activate," Rodney said with a smirk.
John chuckled and placed his mouth over Rodney's. They'd been lovers for months now, but Rodney never got tired of just kissing John, feeling the weight of his body as he lay atop Rodney, feeling John's heat soak into his skin. They kissed slow and easy, allowing their passion to build, enjoying the feel of each other's body, each taking comfort that the other was here, alive and well and safe once again.
While they kissed, Rodney ran his fingertips lightly down John's back causing the other man to arch in appreciation. "Take your shirt off," he whispered when they broke apart for breath. John pulled back to kneel over Rodney's legs and dragged his t-shirt over his head. Rodney's hands immediately slid up John's body, fingers combing through the thick mat of hair on John's chest and stopping to lightly thumb the small, pert nipples. John's hips pushed forward from the stimulation, and Rodney sat up enough to take one of the nipples into his mouth, licking and sucking, his arms wrapped around John's back.
He could hear John panting as he exchanged one nipple for its mate, and he slid one of his hands around to cup John's erection. He was rewarded with the sound of his name on John's lips, and then John was shoving at Rodney's jacket. Rodney stopped fondling John long enough to shrug out of the jacket and allow his lover to pull his shirt over his head. As soon as he was bare from the waist up, John pushed him back and it was Rodney's turn to groan and whimper as John's lips tightened over one of Rodney's sensitive nipples.
John sucked and teased each bud in turn and then started to kiss a path down to Rodney's bellybutton. He began to fumble at the button of Rodney's pants, and then abruptly sat back up. "Naked, now!" he commanded, and slid off Rodney's body.
Rodney complied immediately, and when both men were nude, he grabbed John by the shoulders and shoved him down on the bed, climbing on top of him. They sighed as skin met skin. Rodney grabbed John by the head, burying his fingers in the unruly mass of hair, and kissed him, their tongues slowly meeting and twisting together and hips thrusting in unison.
Rodney was getting close, and he knew John was too, but he wanted more. He pulled his mouth away from John's. "I want to fuck you," he gasped. "I want to suck you until you come, and then I want to fuck you."
John's hips thrust up and he moaned, "Oh, Jesus, Rodney, yeah. I want that."
Rodney's whole body clenched and he had to close his eyes and fight for control; the raw need and desire in John's voice almost made him come right then. Digging his fingers into John's shoulders, he kissed him again and then began to kiss a trail down John's body. John's hands touched him everywhere he could reach, and his moans were like a musical accompaniment.
Reaching John's hips, he kissed his way down past the hard, eager cock. John's whine was soon replaced with more moans when Rodney pushed John's legs farther apart and started to nibble on the tender flesh of his inner thighs. Nibbling and licking his way down one thigh and up the other, he at last reached the moist, musky area that was his ultimate goal. Pushing John's legs up, he reached under his lover and tilted his hips, giving him access to all the tender, sensitive parts he craved.
He breathed in John's scent, heady and rich and so damned good it made his mouth water. He took one plump sac into his mouth and sucked gently, eliciting more moans from John. Tilting John's hips further, he ran the sharp, wet point of his tongue over the hyper-sensitive area that ran from balls to anus and back again, driving John wild as he teased and tasted. Lifting his head, he licked up along the vein on the back of John's cock until he reached the tip. Here was one of his favorite parts of John's body, and he ran his tongue over the smooth head lapping up the salty droplet of pre-cum. He heard John draw in his breath as he took the head of John's penis into his mouth. Sucking and licking, he closed his eyes as pure pleasure washed over him. He loved this. Loved tasting John, loved hearing John's moans and whimpers of encouragement, loved the feel of the warm, smooth skin in his mouth. Opening his mouth wider, he slid down the hard shaft and sucked.
John's fingers threaded in his hair and he made deep wordless sounds of approval. Rodney could feel John's orgasm building, but before it could hit, he lifted his head away from John's cock. He ignored the moan of protest and began to fumble in the small box that sat on the bottom shelf of the small table that sat beside his bed. Finding what he was looking for, he drew a tube out of the box and flipped open the cap with his thumb. John watched with eyes hot with desire as Rodney coated his fingers with the slick ointment. Reaching down, Rodney ran his fingers down John's perineum until he reached the tight ring of muscles that guarded John's opening.
Lowering his head, he took John back into his mouth and began to suck again while at the same time easing his finger inside John's body. The opening was tight, but John bore down and it slipped inside. John's heat surrounded him and he moved his finger in and out loosening his lover, preparing John to receive him. First one finger and then two, then a third, until John was panting and begging. When Rodney had him open and ready, he opened the back of his throat and swallowed John down at the same time he pushed on John's prostate.
That was all it took. John came with a cry of pleasure, pulse after pulse shooting down Rodney's throat. When John was nearly finished, Rodney pulled his head back a little to breathe before he returned to suck the last drop of come from John's cock.
When John was at last spent and he lay limp and gasping, Rodney slipped his fingers from John's body and released John's cock from his mouth. Unable to wait any longer, he grabbed up the lube again and coated his cock, then placed John's legs over his shoulders. Positioning himself, he began to ease in slowly allowing his lover to adjust to his intrusion into his body.
John made encouraging noises and pushed down on Rodney's cock until at last he was fully seated in John's body. He rested for a minute, bringing himself back under control when just the feel of John's heat and tightness would have brought him to orgasm. When he was ready, he began to move, slowly at first, taking his time, reveling in the feel of John's hot, tight channel. His need soon overcame his patience, however, and he began to thrust harder and faster, angling his cock so that he was hitting John's sweet spot, giving him all the pleasure he could while getting lost in his own.
All too soon, he felt his body tighten as his orgasm built until at last, with a cry of satisfaction, he came hard and long.
He allowed John's legs to slide from his shoulders as he slumped forward, gasping for air. When his breathing slowed down, he carefully withdrew from John and eased off the bed. On legs barely able to hold him up, he made his way to the bathroom and cleaned up. He came back to John with a warm, damp washcloth and towel and cleaned his lover of the remnants of lube and semen. He dropped a kiss on John's belly and was pulling away when John grabbed him and drew him in for another long, slow kiss. When it was over, Rodney went back to the bathroom to dispose of the soiled linens.
When he returned to the bedroom, John was already snuggled under the covers and Rodney climbed in, laying on his side so that John could spoon him. It was the only position they could sleep in on the narrow Atlantis cots.
Rodney was almost asleep when John murmured, "So, do you think you guys have everything fixed with the system now?"
"Just about," Rodney answered around a huge yawn. "I need to write a program now to prevent this from ever happening again."
"Oh," John said sounding disappointed.
"What?" Rodney asked turning his head a bit to try and see John.
"Nothing," John answered. "I was just kind of hoping we really could take a couple days off, that's all."
"Mmm," Rodney replied, mentally going over his schedule for the next few days. "Maybe in three days?" he suggested.
"Really?" John asked hopefully.
"Sure, barring another emergency. What did you want to do?"
"Well," John said. "There's that beach on the mainland with the nice waves. We could do some body surfing."
He sounded so hopeful that Rodney had to smile. He considered for a moment. Sun and sand weren't his favorite things, but he had his homemade sunscreen that would protect him from the sun's rays. And it had the additional benefit of doubling as lube. He made up his mind.
"Bitchin', dude," he answered indulgently.
He could feel the answering smile on the lips John pressed against his shoulder. "Cool."
John's arm hugged Rodney closer to him. Then, with soft sighs, the two heroes of Atlantis fell into a sound sleep.
The End