Fic: Relaxation Techniques (SGA John/Rodney, NC-17)
Title: Relaxation Techniques
Author: Sandy
Word Count: ~3,100
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Slash Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: NC-17
Genre: First Time, Humor, Romance
Spoilers: Very slight one for 2x12 Epiphany
Feedback: Is lusted after and adored
Disclaimer: As much as I would love to own John & Rodney, alas I do not. I only make them have sex.
Summary: Rodney's not happy with Carson's plans to get him to relax, so John steps in and offers assistance.
Author's Notes: This was inspired by melagan's Blowjob Friday. It's only Tuesday, so consider this bonus Blowjob Friday. :)
Dedicated to my bud, shaddyr with hugs and kisses
John's door opened and Rodney walked into his room, dropped backwards onto the bed, and stared up at the ceiling.
"Uh, Rodney," John said, closing his golf magazine and staring at his uninvited guest. "You know these aren't your quarters, right?"
Rodney turned his head to look at him and rolled his eyes. "Of course I know these aren't my quarters. What's your point?"
John settled back a little more comfortably on his couch and crossed his arms. "My point, McKay, is that you're on my bed."
"You aren't using it."
"Which, surprisingly enough, doesn't mean that it's available. If you want a nap, go to your own room."
Rodney sighed and turned onto his side to face John, bracing his head with his hand. "I can't. She'll find me there."
"Who? Elizabeth?"
"Teyla."
John raised one eyebrow. "And you're hiding from Teyla, why?"
Rodney sighed again and flopped back over onto his back. "Meditation," he said disgustedly.
John felt a smile tug at his lips. "Meditation?"
"It's all your fault," Rodney said glaring at John.
"Mine?" John said in surprise.
"Yes, yours," Rodney snapped. "Ever since you came back from planet Time Warp with stories of daily navel-gazing, Carson's been after me to try meditation. After I told him that would happen exactly never, he talked to Elizabeth who decided to sic Teyla on me." He frowned up at the ceiling in displeasure and interlocked his fingers over his stomach.
"I'm still not getting why Carson wants you to meditate," John said.
"It all has to do with hypertension and impatience and a short temper and whatever," Rodney explained waiving one hand in the air in emphasis. "Apparently the consensus is that if I learn to meditate, I'll be a calmer, happier, more rational person." His scowl deepened. "Which is ridiculous since I already am a completely rational person."
John snorted. "Sure you are, Rodney."
"Oh, come on!" Rodney protested turning toward John. "If I'm a little tense who can blame me? Do you realize how much pressure I'm under here? A lot," he declared, answering his own question before John could open his mouth. "Between having to save the city every other day and dealing with people who are complete morons, it's perfectly reasonable that I'd be short-tempered occasionally."
"Perfectly reasonable," John agreed dryly.
"Exactly!" Rodney said completely missing the sarcasm. "But for anyone to think that meditation would help me relax, well, that's completely ridiculous. I'm just not the kind of guy that can sit around and 'empty his mind'. There's too much very valuable information in there, and I can't not think about it." He sighed again in exasperation. "If they were really interested in helping me relax they'd come up with something better than meditation."
"Sedatives? Because I’m thinking knocking you out with sleeping pills sounds like a really good idea right now."
"Oh, ha ha. No, I need to relax, not get drugged out of my mind. What if there's another emergency? This city needs my brain clear and my genius intact, so if anyone really cared about my stress levels, they'd offer something useful to help me relax. Like sex."
"Sex?" John said, his voice sounding just a little higher than normal, hardly noticeable at all. He totally ignored the way his body tightened.
Rodney pointed at him. "Yes, sex. Preferably blowjobs."
John blinked and tried to suppress the quivering in his belly. "Blowjobs."
"Yes," Rodney said his mouth turned down mournfully. "Do you have any idea how long it's been since I've had sex that didn't involve soap and my own right hand?"
John's body tightened at the image that called up. "No," he said, determined to ignore his reaction, "and I really don't want to know."
"Oh, sure," Rodney said sarcastically. "What do you care, Captain Kirk. All you have to do is smile that brainlessly charming smile anywhere in the vicinity of a woman and she's dragging you off to her bedroom."
"Hey, that's not true," John protested, though it kinda was.
Rodney gave him a disbelieving look, and John blushed a little. Rodney snorted disparagingly and then sighed again. He lay there a couple more minutes, and then sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed.
"Leaving so soon?" John asked feeling an odd flash of disappointment.
"Unless you're going to offer to give me a blowjob, then, yes," Rodney said standing up and tugging down his shirt. "I'll see you in the morn-"
John had a sudden vision of himself on his knees in front of Rodney, and he hardened painfully.
"Okay," he said, speaking before his brain caught up with his mouth.
"What?"
A tiny voice in John's head was yelling at him to shut the fuck up, but he ignored it. "Um, I said, okay."
Rodney stood perfectly still. He was silent for a minute and then he drew a deep breath and said in a falsely casual voice, "You mean, okay, you'll see me in the morning?"
John shook his head. "I, um, I mean okay to the, uh, other thing."
Rodney sat back down on the bed as if his legs gave out on him.
"Are you serious?"
John nodded, not trusting his voice.
"But... but since when do you..." Rodney began and then stopped. "You know what, I don't even care." He gave John a piercing look and said slowly, "Do you really mean it, or is this you kidding me? Because, seriously, that is not the kind of thing one guy should kid another guy about."
John stood up, licked his dry lips, and stepped forward until he stood in front of Rodney. "Not kidding," he said. He bent over, took Rodney's face in his hands, and kissed him before he had a chance to chicken out. When he felt Rodney jerk back in surprise, he released him and straightened up.
"Is that a no, Rodney?" he asked feeling disappointed and kinda scared. He could have just blown his entire career and his closest friendship with one kiss.
"Um, no?" Rodney said.
John nodded and began to step back when Rodney's hand shot out and grasped John's wrist.
"No!" he exclaimed. "I mean, no, that's not a no." When John still didn't move, Rodney said quickly, "Look, you just surprised me, okay? I never suspected you'd be interested in, um, you know." He waved a hand weakly in the air. "And especially with me. Not that I'm not an attractive, desirable man with many fine qualities, but..." He closed his eyes, drew in a deep breath, and then opened them again to stare at John. "I just never hoped that you'd... Not that I ever fantasized about you or anything," he added hastily his eyes going wide in that way they did when he was lying. John felt his belly tighten at the thought of McKay fantasizing about him while he jerked off.
"But if you're serious," Rodney said in a near whisper. He tugged gently on John's wrist. John stood in indecision for another few seconds feeling the heat of Rodney's hand on his wrist, the gentle but insistent tug, and then he leaned forward and pressed his mouth against Rodney's again. When Rodney's mouth opened under his questing tongue, John moaned and slipped inside.
The sensation of swiping his tongue against Rodney's went straight to his dick, and he pushed against broad shoulders until Rodney was flat on his back. John braced himself over Rodney not touching except for their lips and continued kissing him.
When they broke the kiss, John pressed his forehead against Rodney's and said in a breathless voice, "Jesus, McKay."
"That was hot," Rodney said in his 'I've made a great discovery' voice. "Am I right? What am I saying, of course I'm right. That was hot. You thought it was hot, didn't you?"
John grinned down at him and brushed his lips over Rodney's again. "Yeah, Rodney. I thought it was hot."
"I knew I was right," Rodney said smugly, his eyes glowing happily. John loved that look on him.
Moving to the side, he lay beside Rodney on the bed, and slipped his arm around Rodney's waist. When Rodney smiled encouragingly at him, he began nibbling up Rodney's neck until he was nuzzling at his ear. Rodney moaned softly.
"So, still interested in that blowjob?" he whispered. He felt Rodney shiver just a little.
"Oh, yeah."
John smiled and shifted until his lips hovered over Rodney's mouth again. Cupping Rodney's head with his hand, he began pressing light, teasing kisses onto his mouth. When Rodney raised his own hand to the side of John's face holding him in place so that the kisses deepened, John felt his heart give a little leap.
Still kissing - god, he just couldn't get enough of kissing Rodney - John slid his hand down Rodney's body and slipped it up under the hem of his shirt feeling a quiver when he ghosted his fingers over Rodney's stomach. Sliding his hand further up Rodney's body, he kissed his way from Rodney's mouth to his neck, sucking and nibbling, tasting and testing. When his hand came in contact with Rodney's nipple, John pinched it and then flicked his thumb over it.
Rodney's gasp made him suddenly desperate to taste the skin he was touching, so he pulled back and grabbed the bottom of the shirt and began tugging it up and over Rodney's raised arms. As soon as the shirt was disposed of, John lowered his head and took a hardened nipple into his mouth.
Rodney groaned and John smiled in satisfaction as he flicked his tongue over the pert nub and slid his hand back down Rodney's chest and over his stomach. Reaching the waistband of Rodney's trousers, he slipped the tips of his fingers underneath the band coming in contact with the head of Rodney's eager cock. Rodney's moan made John lift his head to stare into heavy-lidded, lust-filled blue eyes, and he just couldn't wait any longer.
Sitting up, he began to unfasten Rodney's pants, clumsily unbuttoning them and jerking them open and down taking paisley printed boxers with him. John made a mental note to tease Rodney about his underwear later. Much later, if John was lucky.
He slipped off the bed and kneeled at Rodney's feet to remove his shoes and socks. After a bit of a struggle, John managed to pull everything off and looked up to see a totally naked, very hard McKay laying spread before him on his bed.
John swallowed the saliva that pooled in his mouth and then ran his hands up the strong, hairy thighs pushing them apart and exposing Rodney to his hungry gaze. He spread Rodney's legs a little further apart and began kissing and licking his way up an inner thigh, occasionally give sharp little nips that caused Rodney to yelp and buck his hips, until he reached the crease where leg met hip. He stopped there to nuzzle and breath in the warm Rodney-scented air before lifting his head just enough to be able to watch when he took Rodney's balls into his hand. He cupped them gently, fondling and feeling their weight in the palm of his hand, then leaned down to suck first one and then the other into his mouth. Rodney's fingers threaded through John's hair, and he made encouraging noises with each pull of John's mouth.
John pulled back just a little and spread Rodney's legs even wider pushing his legs apart until Rodney was even more exposed to him, and then he lifted Rodney's balls out of the way so that he could lick down Rodney's perineum nearly to his opening. Rodney gasped and jerked his hips again, pleasing John with his reaction.
He continued licking at the sensitive skin until he felt Rodney tugging at his hair, begging, "Please." Lifting he head, he saw Rodney's cock laying long and hard and full against the tiny rise of his belly, red with need, a droplet of pre-come glistening at the tip. It looked so inviting that John could no longer resist. Grasping the base in his hand, he pulled it to him and licked a long stripe from root to tip. It tasted so good that John felt pleasure pooling in his stomach as he repeated the action. When he reached the head, he took it into his mouth.
Closing his eyes, he began to suck lightly, licking around the head, dipping the tip of his tongue into the slit and lapping up the salty droplet there accompanied by a steady stream of whispered encouragement from Rodney. Needing more, wanting more, he lowered his grip on the base of the shaft and sucked Rodney down as far as he could take him. When he felt the head of Rodney's cock hitting the back of his throat, he swallowed. Rodney's gasp of pleasure drove him on and he began to move up and down the length in a steady rhythm, stroking him with his hand, fucking Rodney with his mouth, sucking on the tip and licking around the head when he reached the top, finding all the places that seemed to drive Rodney wild.
He could feel the tension in Rodney's body as he held himself still, hands grasping at the bedding, fighting against the need to thrust into John's mouth. John knew what it was costing Rodney, knew how much Rodney just wanted to let go, so as a reward he deep-throated him again, running his tongue along the shaft and swallowing when the head of Rodney's cock brushed against the back of his throat. That was all it took. With an inarticulate cry of warning, Rodney pulsed into his mouth. John swallowed and licked and sucked him through his climax, and when Rodney began to push at his shoulder, he reluctantly released the softening cock from his mouth and rested his head on Rodney's hip.
When he'd caught his breath a bit he looked up to see a flushed, loose-limbed McKay breathing in great gulps of air. His eyes were closed, and John wondered if Rodney would pass out just as he was, naked and exposed on John's bed; soft, wet cock nestled in light-brown, curly hair. It was incredibly hot seeing Rodney naked and sweaty and relaxed on his bed.
John wasn't feeling particularly relaxed though, and so he raised himself from the floor and undid his fly. He reached in and pulled out his own aching cock and began to rapidly stroke himself. It wasn't going to take long, he could tell. He was just getting a decent rhythm going when Rodney opened his eyes and looked at him. His eyes widened, and he pushed himself up into a sitting position and said, "Wait, wait."
It took an effort, but John slowed his strokes and then gasped when Rodney reached out and grasped his hips pulling him forward, then batted John's hands away from his cock and leaned down to take John into his mouth.
The feel of that hot, wet mouth on his cock was like heaven, and though John tried to hold still just as Rodney had done, he couldn't seem to help making tiny little thrusts, shoving himself just a bit deeper into Rodney's mouth. When Rodney grasped his hips and pulled him closer, sucking hard and fast, John gave it up completely and came and came and came.
His legs nearly gave out on him, and he barely managed to make it onto the bed beside Rodney. Rodney turned onto his side, propped his head in his hand, and grinned at John in delight.
"That was pretty good."
"Not bad," John said with feigned nonchalance.
Rodney scowled. "Oh, come on," he exclaimed. "That was totally hot. You came like a porn star, for Christ's sake."
John raised an eyebrow at him, and Rodney sat up and sputtered, "It was good!" And then his face fell a little, and he said hesitantly, "It was good, wasn't it?"
Seeing Rodney's insecurity, John felt like a total shit for teasing him. Lifting his hand, he cupped the side of Rodney's face, drew him down, and kissed him; a hot, wet, sloppy kiss that Rodney responded to eagerly. "It was very good, Rodney," John said when they broke apart.
Rodney searched his face before pulling back and scowling. "So that was what, a joke?"
John gave a guilty little grimace, and Rodney huffed, "Oh, very funny. You're a regular comedian, aren't you?" Flopping back down onto his back on the bed, he folded his hands over his stomach, and sighed. John scooted over to him, wrapped his arm around him, and nibbled at his ear.
"Sorry," he murmured.
He felt Rodney press closer to him, and when he raised his head, Rodney was smiling again. "Jerk," Rodney said, but there was affection in his voice so John knew he was forgiven.
John grinned and kissed him, and then flopped back onto the bed himself, relaxing in post-coital contentment.
"You know," Rodney said after a few seconds of silence, "I bet if Carson took my blood pressure right now, it'd be the lowest it's been since we came to Atlantis."
"You want me to call him?" John asked, reaching over to where his radio rested on his dresser.
"No!" Rodney screeched, grabbing at John's arm. John turned back to him, and Rodney took one look at his face and rolled his eyes. "Kidding. You were kidding me again, right?"
John grinned devilishly and nodded. "Yep."
Rodney shook his head. "You really are going to undo all the good that blowjob did for my blood pressure, you know."
"Then I'll just have to give you another one," John said casually, his heartbeat quickening as he waited to see how Rodney reacted to his offer.
Rodney looked surprised for a moment, and then he grinned that rare, delighted grin that John loved to see. "Now see, I think that's the best idea you've come up with yet. If we do this on a regular basis, my blood pressure will come down in no time, and Carson will get off my case."
Then the smile dropped away and the uncertainty came back. "You, uh, you do want to continue doing this, don't you? You weren't kidding me just then?"
John sat up, took Rodney by the shoulders and pushed him down on the bed. With his face inches from Rodney he said, "Not kidding," and kissed him. Rodney kissed him back enthusiastically, and when they broke apart, he sighed happily.
"This is totally a relaxation technique I can get behind," he said before pulling John's head down for another kiss.
As John swept his tongue into Rodney's mouth tasting himself there, he couldn't agree with him more.
The End
Author: Sandy
Word Count: ~3,100
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Slash Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: NC-17
Genre: First Time, Humor, Romance
Spoilers: Very slight one for 2x12 Epiphany
Feedback: Is lusted after and adored
Disclaimer: As much as I would love to own John & Rodney, alas I do not. I only make them have sex.
Summary: Rodney's not happy with Carson's plans to get him to relax, so John steps in and offers assistance.
Author's Notes: This was inspired by melagan's Blowjob Friday. It's only Tuesday, so consider this bonus Blowjob Friday. :)
Dedicated to my bud, shaddyr with hugs and kisses
John's door opened and Rodney walked into his room, dropped backwards onto the bed, and stared up at the ceiling.
"Uh, Rodney," John said, closing his golf magazine and staring at his uninvited guest. "You know these aren't your quarters, right?"
Rodney turned his head to look at him and rolled his eyes. "Of course I know these aren't my quarters. What's your point?"
John settled back a little more comfortably on his couch and crossed his arms. "My point, McKay, is that you're on my bed."
"You aren't using it."
"Which, surprisingly enough, doesn't mean that it's available. If you want a nap, go to your own room."
Rodney sighed and turned onto his side to face John, bracing his head with his hand. "I can't. She'll find me there."
"Who? Elizabeth?"
"Teyla."
John raised one eyebrow. "And you're hiding from Teyla, why?"
Rodney sighed again and flopped back over onto his back. "Meditation," he said disgustedly.
John felt a smile tug at his lips. "Meditation?"
"It's all your fault," Rodney said glaring at John.
"Mine?" John said in surprise.
"Yes, yours," Rodney snapped. "Ever since you came back from planet Time Warp with stories of daily navel-gazing, Carson's been after me to try meditation. After I told him that would happen exactly never, he talked to Elizabeth who decided to sic Teyla on me." He frowned up at the ceiling in displeasure and interlocked his fingers over his stomach.
"I'm still not getting why Carson wants you to meditate," John said.
"It all has to do with hypertension and impatience and a short temper and whatever," Rodney explained waiving one hand in the air in emphasis. "Apparently the consensus is that if I learn to meditate, I'll be a calmer, happier, more rational person." His scowl deepened. "Which is ridiculous since I already am a completely rational person."
John snorted. "Sure you are, Rodney."
"Oh, come on!" Rodney protested turning toward John. "If I'm a little tense who can blame me? Do you realize how much pressure I'm under here? A lot," he declared, answering his own question before John could open his mouth. "Between having to save the city every other day and dealing with people who are complete morons, it's perfectly reasonable that I'd be short-tempered occasionally."
"Perfectly reasonable," John agreed dryly.
"Exactly!" Rodney said completely missing the sarcasm. "But for anyone to think that meditation would help me relax, well, that's completely ridiculous. I'm just not the kind of guy that can sit around and 'empty his mind'. There's too much very valuable information in there, and I can't not think about it." He sighed again in exasperation. "If they were really interested in helping me relax they'd come up with something better than meditation."
"Sedatives? Because I’m thinking knocking you out with sleeping pills sounds like a really good idea right now."
"Oh, ha ha. No, I need to relax, not get drugged out of my mind. What if there's another emergency? This city needs my brain clear and my genius intact, so if anyone really cared about my stress levels, they'd offer something useful to help me relax. Like sex."
"Sex?" John said, his voice sounding just a little higher than normal, hardly noticeable at all. He totally ignored the way his body tightened.
Rodney pointed at him. "Yes, sex. Preferably blowjobs."
John blinked and tried to suppress the quivering in his belly. "Blowjobs."
"Yes," Rodney said his mouth turned down mournfully. "Do you have any idea how long it's been since I've had sex that didn't involve soap and my own right hand?"
John's body tightened at the image that called up. "No," he said, determined to ignore his reaction, "and I really don't want to know."
"Oh, sure," Rodney said sarcastically. "What do you care, Captain Kirk. All you have to do is smile that brainlessly charming smile anywhere in the vicinity of a woman and she's dragging you off to her bedroom."
"Hey, that's not true," John protested, though it kinda was.
Rodney gave him a disbelieving look, and John blushed a little. Rodney snorted disparagingly and then sighed again. He lay there a couple more minutes, and then sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed.
"Leaving so soon?" John asked feeling an odd flash of disappointment.
"Unless you're going to offer to give me a blowjob, then, yes," Rodney said standing up and tugging down his shirt. "I'll see you in the morn-"
John had a sudden vision of himself on his knees in front of Rodney, and he hardened painfully.
"Okay," he said, speaking before his brain caught up with his mouth.
"What?"
A tiny voice in John's head was yelling at him to shut the fuck up, but he ignored it. "Um, I said, okay."
Rodney stood perfectly still. He was silent for a minute and then he drew a deep breath and said in a falsely casual voice, "You mean, okay, you'll see me in the morning?"
John shook his head. "I, um, I mean okay to the, uh, other thing."
Rodney sat back down on the bed as if his legs gave out on him.
"Are you serious?"
John nodded, not trusting his voice.
"But... but since when do you..." Rodney began and then stopped. "You know what, I don't even care." He gave John a piercing look and said slowly, "Do you really mean it, or is this you kidding me? Because, seriously, that is not the kind of thing one guy should kid another guy about."
John stood up, licked his dry lips, and stepped forward until he stood in front of Rodney. "Not kidding," he said. He bent over, took Rodney's face in his hands, and kissed him before he had a chance to chicken out. When he felt Rodney jerk back in surprise, he released him and straightened up.
"Is that a no, Rodney?" he asked feeling disappointed and kinda scared. He could have just blown his entire career and his closest friendship with one kiss.
"Um, no?" Rodney said.
John nodded and began to step back when Rodney's hand shot out and grasped John's wrist.
"No!" he exclaimed. "I mean, no, that's not a no." When John still didn't move, Rodney said quickly, "Look, you just surprised me, okay? I never suspected you'd be interested in, um, you know." He waved a hand weakly in the air. "And especially with me. Not that I'm not an attractive, desirable man with many fine qualities, but..." He closed his eyes, drew in a deep breath, and then opened them again to stare at John. "I just never hoped that you'd... Not that I ever fantasized about you or anything," he added hastily his eyes going wide in that way they did when he was lying. John felt his belly tighten at the thought of McKay fantasizing about him while he jerked off.
"But if you're serious," Rodney said in a near whisper. He tugged gently on John's wrist. John stood in indecision for another few seconds feeling the heat of Rodney's hand on his wrist, the gentle but insistent tug, and then he leaned forward and pressed his mouth against Rodney's again. When Rodney's mouth opened under his questing tongue, John moaned and slipped inside.
The sensation of swiping his tongue against Rodney's went straight to his dick, and he pushed against broad shoulders until Rodney was flat on his back. John braced himself over Rodney not touching except for their lips and continued kissing him.
When they broke the kiss, John pressed his forehead against Rodney's and said in a breathless voice, "Jesus, McKay."
"That was hot," Rodney said in his 'I've made a great discovery' voice. "Am I right? What am I saying, of course I'm right. That was hot. You thought it was hot, didn't you?"
John grinned down at him and brushed his lips over Rodney's again. "Yeah, Rodney. I thought it was hot."
"I knew I was right," Rodney said smugly, his eyes glowing happily. John loved that look on him.
Moving to the side, he lay beside Rodney on the bed, and slipped his arm around Rodney's waist. When Rodney smiled encouragingly at him, he began nibbling up Rodney's neck until he was nuzzling at his ear. Rodney moaned softly.
"So, still interested in that blowjob?" he whispered. He felt Rodney shiver just a little.
"Oh, yeah."
John smiled and shifted until his lips hovered over Rodney's mouth again. Cupping Rodney's head with his hand, he began pressing light, teasing kisses onto his mouth. When Rodney raised his own hand to the side of John's face holding him in place so that the kisses deepened, John felt his heart give a little leap.
Still kissing - god, he just couldn't get enough of kissing Rodney - John slid his hand down Rodney's body and slipped it up under the hem of his shirt feeling a quiver when he ghosted his fingers over Rodney's stomach. Sliding his hand further up Rodney's body, he kissed his way from Rodney's mouth to his neck, sucking and nibbling, tasting and testing. When his hand came in contact with Rodney's nipple, John pinched it and then flicked his thumb over it.
Rodney's gasp made him suddenly desperate to taste the skin he was touching, so he pulled back and grabbed the bottom of the shirt and began tugging it up and over Rodney's raised arms. As soon as the shirt was disposed of, John lowered his head and took a hardened nipple into his mouth.
Rodney groaned and John smiled in satisfaction as he flicked his tongue over the pert nub and slid his hand back down Rodney's chest and over his stomach. Reaching the waistband of Rodney's trousers, he slipped the tips of his fingers underneath the band coming in contact with the head of Rodney's eager cock. Rodney's moan made John lift his head to stare into heavy-lidded, lust-filled blue eyes, and he just couldn't wait any longer.
Sitting up, he began to unfasten Rodney's pants, clumsily unbuttoning them and jerking them open and down taking paisley printed boxers with him. John made a mental note to tease Rodney about his underwear later. Much later, if John was lucky.
He slipped off the bed and kneeled at Rodney's feet to remove his shoes and socks. After a bit of a struggle, John managed to pull everything off and looked up to see a totally naked, very hard McKay laying spread before him on his bed.
John swallowed the saliva that pooled in his mouth and then ran his hands up the strong, hairy thighs pushing them apart and exposing Rodney to his hungry gaze. He spread Rodney's legs a little further apart and began kissing and licking his way up an inner thigh, occasionally give sharp little nips that caused Rodney to yelp and buck his hips, until he reached the crease where leg met hip. He stopped there to nuzzle and breath in the warm Rodney-scented air before lifting his head just enough to be able to watch when he took Rodney's balls into his hand. He cupped them gently, fondling and feeling their weight in the palm of his hand, then leaned down to suck first one and then the other into his mouth. Rodney's fingers threaded through John's hair, and he made encouraging noises with each pull of John's mouth.
John pulled back just a little and spread Rodney's legs even wider pushing his legs apart until Rodney was even more exposed to him, and then he lifted Rodney's balls out of the way so that he could lick down Rodney's perineum nearly to his opening. Rodney gasped and jerked his hips again, pleasing John with his reaction.
He continued licking at the sensitive skin until he felt Rodney tugging at his hair, begging, "Please." Lifting he head, he saw Rodney's cock laying long and hard and full against the tiny rise of his belly, red with need, a droplet of pre-come glistening at the tip. It looked so inviting that John could no longer resist. Grasping the base in his hand, he pulled it to him and licked a long stripe from root to tip. It tasted so good that John felt pleasure pooling in his stomach as he repeated the action. When he reached the head, he took it into his mouth.
Closing his eyes, he began to suck lightly, licking around the head, dipping the tip of his tongue into the slit and lapping up the salty droplet there accompanied by a steady stream of whispered encouragement from Rodney. Needing more, wanting more, he lowered his grip on the base of the shaft and sucked Rodney down as far as he could take him. When he felt the head of Rodney's cock hitting the back of his throat, he swallowed. Rodney's gasp of pleasure drove him on and he began to move up and down the length in a steady rhythm, stroking him with his hand, fucking Rodney with his mouth, sucking on the tip and licking around the head when he reached the top, finding all the places that seemed to drive Rodney wild.
He could feel the tension in Rodney's body as he held himself still, hands grasping at the bedding, fighting against the need to thrust into John's mouth. John knew what it was costing Rodney, knew how much Rodney just wanted to let go, so as a reward he deep-throated him again, running his tongue along the shaft and swallowing when the head of Rodney's cock brushed against the back of his throat. That was all it took. With an inarticulate cry of warning, Rodney pulsed into his mouth. John swallowed and licked and sucked him through his climax, and when Rodney began to push at his shoulder, he reluctantly released the softening cock from his mouth and rested his head on Rodney's hip.
When he'd caught his breath a bit he looked up to see a flushed, loose-limbed McKay breathing in great gulps of air. His eyes were closed, and John wondered if Rodney would pass out just as he was, naked and exposed on John's bed; soft, wet cock nestled in light-brown, curly hair. It was incredibly hot seeing Rodney naked and sweaty and relaxed on his bed.
John wasn't feeling particularly relaxed though, and so he raised himself from the floor and undid his fly. He reached in and pulled out his own aching cock and began to rapidly stroke himself. It wasn't going to take long, he could tell. He was just getting a decent rhythm going when Rodney opened his eyes and looked at him. His eyes widened, and he pushed himself up into a sitting position and said, "Wait, wait."
It took an effort, but John slowed his strokes and then gasped when Rodney reached out and grasped his hips pulling him forward, then batted John's hands away from his cock and leaned down to take John into his mouth.
The feel of that hot, wet mouth on his cock was like heaven, and though John tried to hold still just as Rodney had done, he couldn't seem to help making tiny little thrusts, shoving himself just a bit deeper into Rodney's mouth. When Rodney grasped his hips and pulled him closer, sucking hard and fast, John gave it up completely and came and came and came.
His legs nearly gave out on him, and he barely managed to make it onto the bed beside Rodney. Rodney turned onto his side, propped his head in his hand, and grinned at John in delight.
"That was pretty good."
"Not bad," John said with feigned nonchalance.
Rodney scowled. "Oh, come on," he exclaimed. "That was totally hot. You came like a porn star, for Christ's sake."
John raised an eyebrow at him, and Rodney sat up and sputtered, "It was good!" And then his face fell a little, and he said hesitantly, "It was good, wasn't it?"
Seeing Rodney's insecurity, John felt like a total shit for teasing him. Lifting his hand, he cupped the side of Rodney's face, drew him down, and kissed him; a hot, wet, sloppy kiss that Rodney responded to eagerly. "It was very good, Rodney," John said when they broke apart.
Rodney searched his face before pulling back and scowling. "So that was what, a joke?"
John gave a guilty little grimace, and Rodney huffed, "Oh, very funny. You're a regular comedian, aren't you?" Flopping back down onto his back on the bed, he folded his hands over his stomach, and sighed. John scooted over to him, wrapped his arm around him, and nibbled at his ear.
"Sorry," he murmured.
He felt Rodney press closer to him, and when he raised his head, Rodney was smiling again. "Jerk," Rodney said, but there was affection in his voice so John knew he was forgiven.
John grinned and kissed him, and then flopped back onto the bed himself, relaxing in post-coital contentment.
"You know," Rodney said after a few seconds of silence, "I bet if Carson took my blood pressure right now, it'd be the lowest it's been since we came to Atlantis."
"You want me to call him?" John asked, reaching over to where his radio rested on his dresser.
"No!" Rodney screeched, grabbing at John's arm. John turned back to him, and Rodney took one look at his face and rolled his eyes. "Kidding. You were kidding me again, right?"
John grinned devilishly and nodded. "Yep."
Rodney shook his head. "You really are going to undo all the good that blowjob did for my blood pressure, you know."
"Then I'll just have to give you another one," John said casually, his heartbeat quickening as he waited to see how Rodney reacted to his offer.
Rodney looked surprised for a moment, and then he grinned that rare, delighted grin that John loved to see. "Now see, I think that's the best idea you've come up with yet. If we do this on a regular basis, my blood pressure will come down in no time, and Carson will get off my case."
Then the smile dropped away and the uncertainty came back. "You, uh, you do want to continue doing this, don't you? You weren't kidding me just then?"
John sat up, took Rodney by the shoulders and pushed him down on the bed. With his face inches from Rodney he said, "Not kidding," and kissed him. Rodney kissed him back enthusiastically, and when they broke apart, he sighed happily.
"This is totally a relaxation technique I can get behind," he said before pulling John's head down for another kiss.
As John swept his tongue into Rodney's mouth tasting himself there, he couldn't agree with him more.
The End