John/Rodney Earth AU, pt 10
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It's not until they get upstairs and into the bedroom that John starts to freak out -- not in a spectacular way, because it's a little late for that now that he's already come all over Rodney McKay's hand, but enough that Rodney notices.
"Hey," Rodney says, his voice surprisingly gentle as he pulls John into his arms. He doesn't try to kiss him. "Don't freak out. It's not like we're going to do anything you don't want to do. Okay?"
John tries to force himself to relax, which as far as ideas go is both stupid and impossible. "I know," he says.
"Yes, very convincing," Rodney says dryly. "Trust me?"
"Yeah," John says. "I do."
"Take off your pants and lie down on the bed," Rodney says, and somehow John finds himself obeying. Rodney pulls down the covers -- they spent the night on top of the still-made bed -- and shoves the pillows back into position, then yanks his own shirt off over his head, totally unselfconscious now that he apparently has a plan in mind.
John kicks his pants off; they end up halfway under the bed and he reminds himself to remember that they're there. He sits on the edge of the bed. For about six seconds he feels like an idiot, but then Rodney starts undoing the front of his pants and he ends up distracted. Rodney's wearing boxers with some kind of fruit on them -- limes? kiwis? they're a weird color somewhere between yellow and green -- and he shoves them down over his hips to reveal his cock, which is erect and flushed the same way Rodney's cheeks get flushed when he's excited about something. He's solid and strong, like he's going to live forever, and just looking at him makes John ache. Rodney stops, though, when he realizes how intently John is watching him, pants around his ankles.
"What?" he says.
John shakes his head. "Keep going," he says softly.
More slowly now, Rodney steps out of his clothes and comes over, sitting down next to John on the bed. He reaches for John just as slowly, one hand on John's jaw, turning him for a kiss. "You're not very good at following orders, are you?" Rodney asks.
"Not really," John says.
"Lie down." And Rodney eases John back onto the bed, still kissing him. His cock rubs against the outside of John's thigh and his hand rubs the inside -- just his thumb, really, brushing the fine hairs on John's leg, making them stand up and then smoothing them down again. When John finally shivers and gasps against Rodney's mouth, Rodney slides down and takes John's dick into his mouth.
John opens his eyes wide and stares up at the ceiling as Rodney sucks him. His mouth is hot and wet, just like John has imagined it would be, and he knows exactly what to do with it. No one's ever sucked him with this kind of determination before, not after he's already come, and it makes John feel... kind of weird, actually. Like he's not sure if it's for his own pleasure -- because how can it be, when he already came? -- or Rodney's. Rodney sure seems to be enjoying it, one hand steadying the base of John's cock as he sucks, making soft little grunts at the back of his throat when he takes John in extra deep, and John realizes that Rodney does like doing this to him. He moans as he starts to get hard again, overcome with the knowledge that Rodney is turned on by sucking dick, that Rodney likes sucking his dick, and it's so fucking hot that he can hardly stand it.
"Jesus," he says. "Rodney."
"Let me," Rodney says, like John is asking him to stop.
John's breath catches. "Okay," he says stupidly, his voice cracking on the single word, and he laughs. His heels are pressing into the mattress with more and more force as his body tightens, and his balls hurt -- he probably hasn't had a recovery time this short since high school, and his body is protesting in the only way it can. Not that he cares.
Rodney keeps at it until John thinks he's going to explode, but every time he gets close to the edge, Rodney backs off, licking at him, nuzzling his balls. The fourth time he does this John growls in frustration.
"Rodney..."
"Oh, what? Did you want to come?" Rodney looks up at him innocently.
"Yes," John says.
"Okay." But instead of going back to John's cock, Rodney gets up onto his hands and knees and reaches over John for the bedside table drawer. Refusing to let himself get freaked out again, John wraps an arm around Rodney's waist and pulls him down on top of him, groaning a little bit when Rodney's weight lands on him -- he's pretty much just as heavy as he looks.
"Hey," John says.
"Hi." Rodney sets a bottle of lube down beside the pillow, shuts the drawer, and kisses John. In this position, their dicks are right next to each other, and it feels better than John could have imagined. He shudders and grabs onto Rodney's ass, thrusting up against him. The head of Rodney's cock is so slick it's wet, dampening John's skin, and Rodney braces his arms on either side of John and takes his weight on them. John looks up at him; Rodney's eyes are closed, his lips parted and pink, and as John's watching him he rolls his hips and makes a little gasped whimper.
John kisses him, and Rodney leans down into it eagerly, lower lip catching between John's teeth for a second. Rodney makes that whimpering sound again. "What do you want to do?" John whispers.
"Everything," Rodney says between kisses. "I want to fuck you, I want to come in your mouth, I want... John. John." He shudders, panting, and John knows he's on the verge of coming just from talking about sex, just from thinking about it. He recovers and licks John's ear, his breath hot. "Not today. It's too soon, but I want to show you that it can be good. You can trust me."
"I know," John says.
He thinks they're going to do it there, right like that, but Rodney moves, kneels down between John's thighs and uses both hands to spread them wider. Runs his big hands over John's skin. Rodney tips some lube into his palm and rubs his hands together, then slicks John's cock -- and wow does that make John gasp and arch up -- before trailing his fingers lower, teasing at John's asshole. Christ, it's hard not to tense up at that, but Rodney is patient -- who the hell would have thought this would be the one thing Rodney is capable of patience with? -- and doesn't push him. He rubs wetness into John's skin, his touch light, and after a couple of minutes it's like John's body starts to want it despite himself. He shifts his hips, pushing his lower back flat, asking for more.
Rodney gives it. He presses a fingertip into John, then just... waits.
"What are you -- " John starts.
"Easy," Rodney says, and distracts him by playing with his cock with his other hand for a few seconds. Then stops and waits again.
This time John doesn't say anything; he feels his body relax, and Rodney's finger pushes inside him. It's a shock, an invasion, and he tenses up again immediately. There's an uncomfortable feeling low in his gut warning him that this is wrong; he can't help it.
"Trust me," Rodney says again, and John nods a little bit, lets out his breath in a long, slow stream. Rodney eases his finger in further and finds John's prostate -- hey, he's not an idiot, plus he might have 'borrowed' a book from Sam's apartment a week ago except it was more like stealing because Sam doesn't know -- and John feels pressure and warmth and his cock obviously likes it because it gives a strong throb. A drop of fluid forms at the tip, and Rodney leans down and licks it off. John groans, Rodney slides his lips down over John's dick and sucks on it, and John groans again.
"Fuck," he says. "Jesus."
Rodney doesn't comment on the inappropriateness of these two words together; he's too busy sucking John's dick and fucking him slowly and wetly with just that one finger, which has stopped feeling weird and started just feeling amazing. John can feel his toes curling, and his bottom lip is tingling, probably because he's hyperventilating, and godfuckingdamnit Rodney's incredible mouth is pulling away from him again, and he gives a desperate moan of protest.
"No," Rodney says, kneeling up. "Here. Touch me. Please, John..." He grabs John's hand and puts it on his cock, and John closes his hand around the swollen flesh automatically. Rodney gasps and takes John's cock in his own hand, stroking it hard and fast as his finger presses John's prostate, not sliding in and out of him anymore, just pressing, and Rodney's other hand is jerking him off, and John cries out, so close, so close. His hand tightens on Rodney's dick; he wants to do more, but he can't. A shudder runs through him, and he's alive, God, he's so fucking alive that he wants to laugh and sob at the same time, and all he can do is come and come and come.
When it's over, there are tears in his eyes and Rodney is smiling at him. It's a tight smile, though, and John swallows and sits up and curls around before he can chicken out, change his mind.
This close up, Rodney's cock is more than a little intimidating, but John tells himself that all he has to do is touch it. The head is shiny with precome and it looks huge, but it's Rodney.
"John," Rodney says, sounding breathless and turned on and uncertain. "You don't have to -- " It turns into a gasp when John rubs his jaw against Rodney's shaft, blowing warm air over the skin. That's not as scary as actually taking it into his mouth, which he's not sure he can do. He strokes it with his hand instead, base to tip and back down again, watching the skin move with his hand, and Rodney whimpers.
John thinks about telling Rodney to lie down, because being on top of him might make things seem a little less out of his control. But he doesn't want to be afraid, not of any of this. "So you'd like to fuck me, huh?" he asks, taking up a slow rhythm with his hand.
"What? Yes. Yes, of course I'd like to -- " John rubs his thumb over the slick clear fluid at the end of Rodney's dick and Rodney moans. "Not now, obviously, because we'll both be lucky if having your hand on me isn't enough to give me heart failure, but -- " He moans again, eyes closing, and there's something so sexy about the way he's loving this that it almost tempts John to do more.
"Tell me," John says. Without letting go of Rodney's erection, John kneels up in front of him and kisses him, putting everything he's ever learned about kissing into it; soft lips teasing Rodney's, a little bit of tongue, the fingers of his other hand threaded through Rodney's soft hair. He slips his hand lower and fondles Rodney's balls, feeling the warm weight of them, feeling them tighten up at his touch. And you know, it's not all that strange, touching another man's cock, plus the way Rodney's moaning and holding onto him, one arm around his waist, is really nice.
"John, I don't know if I can..." Rodney inhales shakily.
"If you can what?" John murmurs. "Come? I'm pretty sure you can." He twists his wrist a little bit on the next stroke, a move that he likes himself, and Rodney makes a startled, eager sound.
"Just don't stop." Rodney mouths at his neck. "Please don't stop, John. Did you know I've had dreams about this?"
"About me jerking you off?"
"About you. About everything. About sucking you, tasting you, every inch of your skin." Rodney's on a roll now; John loves listening to him talk, especially like this. "Oh God, yes, like that, please..."
"Yeah," John says, moving his hand a little bit faster. "Just like that. More."
Rodney gasps, his hand tightening on John's ass. "I want to feel your mouth on me," he says. "I want to... want to fuck your mouth, want to come in your -- God, John -- want to see your face when I fuck you for the first time -- " He goes silent then, eyes closed, tensing, and John watches as he comes all over both of them, and the look on Rodney's face... it makes John feel good. Better than good, actually.
Kind of great.
Rodney collapses down onto the bed and groans blissfully. He's lying on his stomach, face turned to the side with his ass kind of sticking up in the air, and it's so adorable that John kind of wishes he could take a picture. "God, I knew you were going to be amazing in bed," Rodney mutters.
"Yeah?" John lies down next to him and rubs his back.
"Mmhm. Amazing." Rodney opens his eyes and looks at him and smiles, totally blissed out. "You don't have to go right away, do you?"
John glances at the clock; he's got more than two hours until he needs to pick up Kayla. "No -- not for a couple of hours."
"Oh good." Rodney hitches closer to John and snuggles -- there's no other word for it -- up to him. "You don't mind?"
"No," John says, kissing Rodney's mussed up hair. "I don't mind."
TBC
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It's not until they get upstairs and into the bedroom that John starts to freak out -- not in a spectacular way, because it's a little late for that now that he's already come all over Rodney McKay's hand, but enough that Rodney notices.
"Hey," Rodney says, his voice surprisingly gentle as he pulls John into his arms. He doesn't try to kiss him. "Don't freak out. It's not like we're going to do anything you don't want to do. Okay?"
John tries to force himself to relax, which as far as ideas go is both stupid and impossible. "I know," he says.
"Yes, very convincing," Rodney says dryly. "Trust me?"
"Yeah," John says. "I do."
"Take off your pants and lie down on the bed," Rodney says, and somehow John finds himself obeying. Rodney pulls down the covers -- they spent the night on top of the still-made bed -- and shoves the pillows back into position, then yanks his own shirt off over his head, totally unselfconscious now that he apparently has a plan in mind.
John kicks his pants off; they end up halfway under the bed and he reminds himself to remember that they're there. He sits on the edge of the bed. For about six seconds he feels like an idiot, but then Rodney starts undoing the front of his pants and he ends up distracted. Rodney's wearing boxers with some kind of fruit on them -- limes? kiwis? they're a weird color somewhere between yellow and green -- and he shoves them down over his hips to reveal his cock, which is erect and flushed the same way Rodney's cheeks get flushed when he's excited about something. He's solid and strong, like he's going to live forever, and just looking at him makes John ache. Rodney stops, though, when he realizes how intently John is watching him, pants around his ankles.
"What?" he says.
John shakes his head. "Keep going," he says softly.
More slowly now, Rodney steps out of his clothes and comes over, sitting down next to John on the bed. He reaches for John just as slowly, one hand on John's jaw, turning him for a kiss. "You're not very good at following orders, are you?" Rodney asks.
"Not really," John says.
"Lie down." And Rodney eases John back onto the bed, still kissing him. His cock rubs against the outside of John's thigh and his hand rubs the inside -- just his thumb, really, brushing the fine hairs on John's leg, making them stand up and then smoothing them down again. When John finally shivers and gasps against Rodney's mouth, Rodney slides down and takes John's dick into his mouth.
John opens his eyes wide and stares up at the ceiling as Rodney sucks him. His mouth is hot and wet, just like John has imagined it would be, and he knows exactly what to do with it. No one's ever sucked him with this kind of determination before, not after he's already come, and it makes John feel... kind of weird, actually. Like he's not sure if it's for his own pleasure -- because how can it be, when he already came? -- or Rodney's. Rodney sure seems to be enjoying it, one hand steadying the base of John's cock as he sucks, making soft little grunts at the back of his throat when he takes John in extra deep, and John realizes that Rodney does like doing this to him. He moans as he starts to get hard again, overcome with the knowledge that Rodney is turned on by sucking dick, that Rodney likes sucking his dick, and it's so fucking hot that he can hardly stand it.
"Jesus," he says. "Rodney."
"Let me," Rodney says, like John is asking him to stop.
John's breath catches. "Okay," he says stupidly, his voice cracking on the single word, and he laughs. His heels are pressing into the mattress with more and more force as his body tightens, and his balls hurt -- he probably hasn't had a recovery time this short since high school, and his body is protesting in the only way it can. Not that he cares.
Rodney keeps at it until John thinks he's going to explode, but every time he gets close to the edge, Rodney backs off, licking at him, nuzzling his balls. The fourth time he does this John growls in frustration.
"Rodney..."
"Oh, what? Did you want to come?" Rodney looks up at him innocently.
"Yes," John says.
"Okay." But instead of going back to John's cock, Rodney gets up onto his hands and knees and reaches over John for the bedside table drawer. Refusing to let himself get freaked out again, John wraps an arm around Rodney's waist and pulls him down on top of him, groaning a little bit when Rodney's weight lands on him -- he's pretty much just as heavy as he looks.
"Hey," John says.
"Hi." Rodney sets a bottle of lube down beside the pillow, shuts the drawer, and kisses John. In this position, their dicks are right next to each other, and it feels better than John could have imagined. He shudders and grabs onto Rodney's ass, thrusting up against him. The head of Rodney's cock is so slick it's wet, dampening John's skin, and Rodney braces his arms on either side of John and takes his weight on them. John looks up at him; Rodney's eyes are closed, his lips parted and pink, and as John's watching him he rolls his hips and makes a little gasped whimper.
John kisses him, and Rodney leans down into it eagerly, lower lip catching between John's teeth for a second. Rodney makes that whimpering sound again. "What do you want to do?" John whispers.
"Everything," Rodney says between kisses. "I want to fuck you, I want to come in your mouth, I want... John. John." He shudders, panting, and John knows he's on the verge of coming just from talking about sex, just from thinking about it. He recovers and licks John's ear, his breath hot. "Not today. It's too soon, but I want to show you that it can be good. You can trust me."
"I know," John says.
He thinks they're going to do it there, right like that, but Rodney moves, kneels down between John's thighs and uses both hands to spread them wider. Runs his big hands over John's skin. Rodney tips some lube into his palm and rubs his hands together, then slicks John's cock -- and wow does that make John gasp and arch up -- before trailing his fingers lower, teasing at John's asshole. Christ, it's hard not to tense up at that, but Rodney is patient -- who the hell would have thought this would be the one thing Rodney is capable of patience with? -- and doesn't push him. He rubs wetness into John's skin, his touch light, and after a couple of minutes it's like John's body starts to want it despite himself. He shifts his hips, pushing his lower back flat, asking for more.
Rodney gives it. He presses a fingertip into John, then just... waits.
"What are you -- " John starts.
"Easy," Rodney says, and distracts him by playing with his cock with his other hand for a few seconds. Then stops and waits again.
This time John doesn't say anything; he feels his body relax, and Rodney's finger pushes inside him. It's a shock, an invasion, and he tenses up again immediately. There's an uncomfortable feeling low in his gut warning him that this is wrong; he can't help it.
"Trust me," Rodney says again, and John nods a little bit, lets out his breath in a long, slow stream. Rodney eases his finger in further and finds John's prostate -- hey, he's not an idiot, plus he might have 'borrowed' a book from Sam's apartment a week ago except it was more like stealing because Sam doesn't know -- and John feels pressure and warmth and his cock obviously likes it because it gives a strong throb. A drop of fluid forms at the tip, and Rodney leans down and licks it off. John groans, Rodney slides his lips down over John's dick and sucks on it, and John groans again.
"Fuck," he says. "Jesus."
Rodney doesn't comment on the inappropriateness of these two words together; he's too busy sucking John's dick and fucking him slowly and wetly with just that one finger, which has stopped feeling weird and started just feeling amazing. John can feel his toes curling, and his bottom lip is tingling, probably because he's hyperventilating, and godfuckingdamnit Rodney's incredible mouth is pulling away from him again, and he gives a desperate moan of protest.
"No," Rodney says, kneeling up. "Here. Touch me. Please, John..." He grabs John's hand and puts it on his cock, and John closes his hand around the swollen flesh automatically. Rodney gasps and takes John's cock in his own hand, stroking it hard and fast as his finger presses John's prostate, not sliding in and out of him anymore, just pressing, and Rodney's other hand is jerking him off, and John cries out, so close, so close. His hand tightens on Rodney's dick; he wants to do more, but he can't. A shudder runs through him, and he's alive, God, he's so fucking alive that he wants to laugh and sob at the same time, and all he can do is come and come and come.
When it's over, there are tears in his eyes and Rodney is smiling at him. It's a tight smile, though, and John swallows and sits up and curls around before he can chicken out, change his mind.
This close up, Rodney's cock is more than a little intimidating, but John tells himself that all he has to do is touch it. The head is shiny with precome and it looks huge, but it's Rodney.
"John," Rodney says, sounding breathless and turned on and uncertain. "You don't have to -- " It turns into a gasp when John rubs his jaw against Rodney's shaft, blowing warm air over the skin. That's not as scary as actually taking it into his mouth, which he's not sure he can do. He strokes it with his hand instead, base to tip and back down again, watching the skin move with his hand, and Rodney whimpers.
John thinks about telling Rodney to lie down, because being on top of him might make things seem a little less out of his control. But he doesn't want to be afraid, not of any of this. "So you'd like to fuck me, huh?" he asks, taking up a slow rhythm with his hand.
"What? Yes. Yes, of course I'd like to -- " John rubs his thumb over the slick clear fluid at the end of Rodney's dick and Rodney moans. "Not now, obviously, because we'll both be lucky if having your hand on me isn't enough to give me heart failure, but -- " He moans again, eyes closing, and there's something so sexy about the way he's loving this that it almost tempts John to do more.
"Tell me," John says. Without letting go of Rodney's erection, John kneels up in front of him and kisses him, putting everything he's ever learned about kissing into it; soft lips teasing Rodney's, a little bit of tongue, the fingers of his other hand threaded through Rodney's soft hair. He slips his hand lower and fondles Rodney's balls, feeling the warm weight of them, feeling them tighten up at his touch. And you know, it's not all that strange, touching another man's cock, plus the way Rodney's moaning and holding onto him, one arm around his waist, is really nice.
"John, I don't know if I can..." Rodney inhales shakily.
"If you can what?" John murmurs. "Come? I'm pretty sure you can." He twists his wrist a little bit on the next stroke, a move that he likes himself, and Rodney makes a startled, eager sound.
"Just don't stop." Rodney mouths at his neck. "Please don't stop, John. Did you know I've had dreams about this?"
"About me jerking you off?"
"About you. About everything. About sucking you, tasting you, every inch of your skin." Rodney's on a roll now; John loves listening to him talk, especially like this. "Oh God, yes, like that, please..."
"Yeah," John says, moving his hand a little bit faster. "Just like that. More."
Rodney gasps, his hand tightening on John's ass. "I want to feel your mouth on me," he says. "I want to... want to fuck your mouth, want to come in your -- God, John -- want to see your face when I fuck you for the first time -- " He goes silent then, eyes closed, tensing, and John watches as he comes all over both of them, and the look on Rodney's face... it makes John feel good. Better than good, actually.
Kind of great.
Rodney collapses down onto the bed and groans blissfully. He's lying on his stomach, face turned to the side with his ass kind of sticking up in the air, and it's so adorable that John kind of wishes he could take a picture. "God, I knew you were going to be amazing in bed," Rodney mutters.
"Yeah?" John lies down next to him and rubs his back.
"Mmhm. Amazing." Rodney opens his eyes and looks at him and smiles, totally blissed out. "You don't have to go right away, do you?"
John glances at the clock; he's got more than two hours until he needs to pick up Kayla. "No -- not for a couple of hours."
"Oh good." Rodney hitches closer to John and snuggles -- there's no other word for it -- up to him. "You don't mind?"
"No," John says, kissing Rodney's mussed up hair. "I don't mind."
TBC
