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Post Inferno fic

I was utterly fascinated with Inferno. I had so much fun watching John and Rodney interact! Despite the fact there was a beautiful woman, they seemed more focused on each other. And it was too funny watching Rodney flirt, badly. *g* 5335 words, NC-17, spoilers for Inferno.

Thanks to the usual suspects for looking this over for me!

Elizabeth asked John to stay after the meeting to ask a few more questions about the resettlement and how the Taranians were adapting to their new planet. Chancellor Lycus, Norina, and several other diplomats had attended the briefing and were staying a few days on Atlantis to work out the details of the treaty. The Orion was safely in Atlantis, so Rodney had attended the meeting, too. John answered Elizabeth’s questions tiredly. It had been a few long, harrowing days.

"Why don’t you go get some sleep?" She finally asked warmly. "You look like you could use it."

John sniffed his shirt sleeve. "I’ll be dead to the world after I shower."

Elizabeth laughed and nodded. "I’m sure that would be appreciated."

"Hey!" John said, pretending to be hurt.

She looked at him with a twinkle in her eyes. "Dismissed, Colonel."

John gave her a quick grin then left the briefing room. He made his way down the stairs to the corridor leading to his quarters. He heard the voices and laughter before he saw them, but even those sounds set his teeth on edge. Suddenly his irritation overrode his tiredness. God, it was so pathetic. He’d been watching McKay fawn over Norina for days now, and it sounded like it was still going on. McKay stuttered something unintelligible and Norina’s silvery laugh answered. John stalked around the corner, not realizing he was scowling. He really should go to his quarters like he’d planned, but the mess hall was that way and he suddenly wanted to get . . . something. He forced a smile onto his face, hoping it didn’t look as awkward as it felt.

"Hey you two," he said as brightly as he could manage when he saw them. "What’s going on?"

Norina had her hands behind her, arching back against the wall, letting it hold her up, thrusting her breasts and hips out. McKay was standing close-- too close, really, leaning in, a dopey smile on his face. Jesus. This was a public corridor. Didn’t they realize that? John felt the hairs at the nape of his neck prickle.

"Colonel Sheppard!" Norina said, easing sideways away from Rodney. "We were just--"

"Making dinner plans," Rodney finished smugly.

"Really?" John asked, trying not to grit his teeth. "Shouldn’t you be getting back to the Orion?"

Rodney looked at him incredulously with that lopsided slant to his mouth. "Excuse me? I think I'm entitled to dinner, Colonel."

John opened his mouth to retort when Norina quickly said, "I should be going. I’ll see you later, Rodney," and slithered away.

Both John and Rodney watched her go. Rodney turned to John, finger up, mouth opened, ready to start ranting.

"You know they’re fake, right?" John said, cutting him off.

Rodney frowned. "What are?"

"Her breasts."

Rodney’s mouth dropped open again. "You are absolutely unbelievable, you know that?" he practically shouted. "You have no basis for that observation," he paused then asked suspiciously, "Do you?"

John glared. "I’ve got eyes, don’t I? They don’t move."

"Oh yes, Colonel," Rodney said sarcastically. "And that’s empirical evidence."

John shrugged insultingly. "Once you've been up close and personal with a few it isn't too hard to spot them."

"I'll have you know that I've-- " Rodney blushed, clearly deciding not to tell that lie, and cleared his throat. "Never mind. I'm a gentleman."

"Since when?" John scoffed in disbelief.

That damned smug look returned to Rodney's face. "No matter. I'll find out soon enough on my own."

John felt his whole body tense up. God, even his hair was quivering. They'd been sniping at each other for days now and he could feel his frustration boiling over. Despite the fact Rodney had saved them, or maybe because of it, he'd been so goddamned smug and irritating. He wanted to shake Rodney. Or hit him. Or something, anything to wipe that smirk off his face. “Yeah, well, don’t let the chance of getting laid shadow the fact that the hive ship is on its way.” He turned to walk away, thrumming with pent up energy.

“Getting laid will probably help me concentrate better,” Rodney said to his back.

John snapped. He turned on his heel, shoved Rodney up against the wall and kissed him hard, thrusting his thigh between Rodney's legs, capturing Rodney's flailing hands and pinning them against the wall by Rodney's head, holding him with his weight. Rodney pushed against him, which just made John push back. After a few moments he felt Rodney yield-- then it hit him and he realized what he was doing. When he pulled back they were both panting harshly. Rodney looked as shocked as he felt.

"God, Rodney," he started wearily, all the fight gone. "I don't know what I was-- " He pushed backwards, moving his weight away and released Rodney's wrists so he could scrub his hands down over his face. He looked back into Rodney's stunned eyes, pleading. "I'm just really tired. And this whole competition thing, and the almost dying again thing-- " He trailed off, not knowing what else to say. "I'm sorry," he finished lamely.

"No, no," Rodney stuttered, swallowing hard. "It's fine-- the whole compet--I mean, I underst--I'm really tired too--not a problem."

"Are we gonna be okay?"

"What? Yes, of course," Rodney said quickly. "Why wouldn't we be?"

"Well, I just-- " John couldn't say it so he just waved vaguely.

"That? No, it's jus--not a prob.--already forgotten," Rodney said, sounding seriously freaked out.

"Look," John said earnestly. "It won't happen again, okay?"

"No, of course not. It's f-fine," Rodney said, although he didn't sound fine at all.

John had the insane urge to shake hands, but kept his arms firmly at his side. God, shake hands? After he'd just . . . kissed Rodney? He stifled a groan. Tactical retreat was the coward’s way out, but John was all for it at that point. A little space seemed to be in order anyway. "Listen, I'm gonna," and he waved in the general direction of his quarters. "Enjoy your dinner, okay?" He absolutely was not going to reach out and squeeze Rodney's shoulder.

"Dinner?" Rodney asked, confused. Then he remembered. "Oh, right. Dinner."

"I'll see you later," John said, desperately wishing he'd never walked down the corridor.

"Right," Rodney said, "later." God, it was all so awkward. Rodney wasn't even using his own words anymore, just mirroring what John said.

John turned and walked away, leaving Rodney standing alone in the passageway. At least nobody had walked up on them in the very public corridor.

He shouldn’t, and he knew that, but John couldn’t help seeking Rodney out the next day. Not that he was burning up with curiosity, and something else he wasn’t ready to name. He found Rodney bent over some piece of equipment on the Orion’s bridge, his ass in the air, pants stretched tight, and no, his brain was not going to go there. He wasn’t going to look at the shape, or think about how tight it would be. And fuck, where were these thoughts coming from anyway? He mentally growled at himself then said, “Hey, Rodney.”

Rodney jumped like he’d been goosed and whirled around. “Sheppard! I-- what are you-- I was just--“ and he looked like a deer caught in headlights.
John gave a mental sigh. Obviously it was going to take some time for things to get back to normal. “I’m just here to check on your progress,” he said.

“Oh,” Rodney said, sounding disappointed for some reason. “We still have a lot of work to do.”

John nodded. And no, he wasn’t going to ask, wasn’t going to acknowledge the jealousy burning through him. “So. How was your date?” Okay, so maybe he was going to ask.

“Date?” Rodney asked absently. Then he remembered. “Oh! Date! It-- umm-- it was okay.”

John nodded, waiting, then when no other information was forthcoming said, “Good. I hope it works out for you,” hoping it didn’t come out as stilted as it sounded in his head.

“She went back already,” Rodney said, and John’s heart gave a little leap, because Rodney didn’t sound too upset about that.

Also, he didn’t have the smug look John imagined he’d have after a night of spectacular sex. Not that he’d imagined it or anything. And no, he wasn’t a little relieved at that. “Oh,” he said casually. “Well, listen. You want to go grab lunch or something?”

Rodney blinked, and oh god, was that a blush? Why would Rodney blush? “I’d--really can’t--maybe next time,” he stammered.

John nodded. “Keep me posted?”

“Yes, posted,” Rodney said.

Yep, the weirdness was still there.

Lunch the next day was Rodney’s favorite. John hung out in the mess hall, hoping he’d show up, pathetic as that sounded. But he didn’t. Right as the meal service was about to end John loaded a tray. Rodney would probably try to subsist on MREs and powerbars for the next several weeks. A good meal wouldn’t hurt him. He carried the tray to the Orion.

“Lunch!” he announced when he found Rodney, head buried inside a cabinet.

Rodney stood up too quickly and smacked his head. “Sonofabitch!” he yelped, feeling the spot. “Am I bleeding?”

John put the tray down and went over to him. “Here, let me see,” he said, gently moving Rodney’s hand. He felt around the area. “No blood. Are you okay?”

“No,” Rodney snapped. “You startled me.”

“I brought you lunch,” John said, extending an olive branch.

“Oh,” Rodney said, his eyes getting big. “That was very-- I haven’t had a decent-- I’m surprised you’d even think-- thank you,” he finished lamely.

They sat down and John watched with amusement as Rodney shoveled the food into his mouth. “You know,” he commented. “There’s this concept called ‘savoring’.”

“Yes, I’m aware of that!” Rodney snapped. “Believe me, it’s something I’ll practice once we’ve defeated this hive ship.” Then he saw John look at him in disbelief, so he added, “Okay, well, at least until the next crisis.”

John laughed, then took the tray away and left Rodney to his work.

That night John found himself at Rodney’s side yet again, something he didn’t want to examine too closely. “You know,” he said. “You look like shit.” Rodney looked exhausted and had the start of purple bruises underneath his eyes. “Why don’t you relax? Maybe get some sleep?”

“No time,” Rodney said, scarfing down a powerbar. “Besides, I don’t do relaxing very well.”

“I’ve noticed that,” John said, smiling. “Here,” he moved behind Rodney and put his hands on his shoulders, meaning to loosen some of the tense muscles there. He felt Rodney tense up even more and snatched his hands away. What was he thinking? “Sorry,” he said quickly. “I don’t know what I was-- “ and his voice trailed off. God, there had to be some way to get past this.

“No,” Rodney said quickly, turning around to face him. “It’s– that was really ni--I mean, I could use a good mas--“ and he gulped, his voice trailing off too. “Um, I guess I do need some sleep,” he finished weakly.

“Yeah,” John said, backing away. “I’m going to go get some sleep myself.” He turned and left quickly.

John hit the submit button on his report and shut the computer down, stretching broadly. He should really go check on McKay, see how the repairs were coming along. He stood up and left his office. He smiled and nodded to the people he passed in the halls, not really paying attention. It had been almost a week since the kiss, and he knew he should leave Rodney alone, but he couldn’t seem to help himself. He’d figured Rodney would get over it in a few days, but that hadn’t happened. Whenever he showed up and acted friendly, Rodney stammered and stuttered like a school kid. A part of John thought that maybe giving it time, spending time with him, letting Rodney replace the memory of the weirdness of the kiss with the weirdness of their everyday lives would help get things back to normal.

Another part of John knew he was tormenting Rodney.
He knew he should feel guilty about that.

Except for some reason it didn’t feel like he was tormenting Rodney.

John stopped and basked for a moment when the ship came into view, still feeling the thrill of knowing it was his. True, it was on loan, but still his. He climbed inside and went looking for Rodney, finding him in the engine room, sprawled on his back working underneath a console. “Hey,” he said casually, leaning against the bulkhead. “How’s it goin?”

Rodney gave a start and curled his head up, his eyes big. “Joh-- Colonel! We-- it’s not-- ” Rodney gulped. “I mean, it’s going to be close.”

John pushed off from the wall and moved to squat by Rodney’s legs, leaning in to see what he was doing. He inhaled deeply, not to sniff or anything, but just because he felt the need to take a deep breath. “Will we be ready?”

“I don’t know,” Rodney said. “It’s too soon to tell. Maybe.”

“We’re running out of time,” John reminded him, leaning closer to get a better look. He could feel the heat radiating off Rodney’s body. “This ship could be the edge that keeps us from losing Atlantis.”

“Yes, thank you!” Rodney scooted out from underneath the console and reached for his laptop. “I’m aware of that!” He seemed disconcerted when John didn’t move away. “I’m--I mean, my team-- we’re working on it.”

“We need you to pull this one off, Rodney,” John said.

“Yes, thank you for reminding me!” Rodney snapped. “And once again for putting the responsibility squarely on my shoulders!”

John couldn’t help grinning. Rodney was so easy to wind up. “You work best if I apply a little pressure,” he admitted.

Rodney rolled his eyes. “Like the extra stress of that won’t give me a heart attack or a stroke or something. What would happen to Atlantis then?”

John shrugged. “We’d probably be overrun by Wraith and preserved for midnight snacks.”

Rodney groaned. “Okay, now I won’t even be able to die in peace knowing that.”

John laughed and Rodney smiled, giving him a dopey grin. John’s heart leapt in a funny way, because there was something familiar about that particular smile. He puzzled over it for a moment-- then it hit him. That was the exact smile he’d seen Rodney give Norina. John froze as the realization crashed through him. Rodney hadn’t been acting funny because of the kiss. Or rather, he had.

Because he’d been flirting.

In a very Rodney kind of way.

“What?” Rodney asked worriedly. “Is there something else? Did you just think of something? You look like you’ve thought of something.”

John suddenly realized that he was crouched next to Rodney-- close enough to smell him, close enough to reach out and touch him.

Close enough to lean over and kiss him.

John stood up hastily. “No, no,” he said, backing away. “Nothing else. I’m glad there’s progress.” He pointed vaguely toward the exit. “I’ve got--,” he felt a moment of panic, his brain searching frantically for an excuse to leave, “things to do to get ready.”

Rodney looked at him oddly and cocked his head, expressive brows drawn together. “Are you okay?”

“What? Yes, of course,” John said. He took a step back, away from Rodney’s scent, away from the force of Rodney’s personality, but most especially away from the sudden urge to kiss him.

John babbled a few more excuses before fleeing. He strode purposefully to his apartment, his demeanor making it clear that he wasn’t in the mood to stop and chat with anyone on the way. Finally, his door slid shut behind him and he was alone.

So he could think.

An hour later he was still thinking, his brain spinning, not able to stop and focus on one particular thing. It would be so damned stupid, especially now during crunch time; the last thing Rodney needed was the distraction.

A little stress relief was exactly what they both needed.

It would cause more stress than relief.

Rodney liked hot blondes.

Rodney was flirting with him.

He wasn’t blonde.

But he knew that, okay, maybe he was a little hot in his own way.

He replayed the kiss, something he hadn’t allowed himself to do before-- the feel of Rodney’s body pressed against his, the softness of his lips, the taste of him, the rasp of stubble, the incredible hotness of pinning Rodney’s wrists to the wall and having him push against the restraint.

They really shouldn’t.

Oh yeah, they really should.

John scrubbed his hands through his hair and decided to go for a run. Maybe it would help clear his head. He headed out to the south pier and set up an easy pace, the rhythmic pounding of his feet a counterpoint to the racing of his mind. Gradually, his brain quieted and he could think a little more clearly. Okay, yes, there was the potential for disaster, but what relationship didn’t have that potential? And there was something about the two of them that had always clicked. And Rodney was flirting, John was sure of it. That meant he was interested, right? And why had he chosen to kiss Rodney as a way of shutting him up?

John allowed himself to play the last few days through his head. He’d been spending time, seeking Rodney out. Why was that? And why had he been so irritated over Norina? Was he really that shallow a guy that he begrudged Rodney a date?

Was he really jealous that Norina was interested in Rodney? Or that Rodney was interested in Norina?

But now it seemed that Rodney was interested in him, and he felt a flush of pleasure at that thought.

He saw movement ahead of him and focused. Teyla and Ronan were running side by side toward him, out for their own exercise. He picked up the pace a little, lifted his knees a little higher. He was the team leader, after all. Teyla grinned as they got closer, lifted her hand, and high-fived John as they passed each other.

That was another thing. What would it do to the team dynamics? Rodney wasn’t exactly known for keeping his emotions under wraps. Unresolved sexual tension caused its own stresses, but then again, resolved sexual tension did, too.

John headed back to his quarters and a hot shower, not having resolved a goddamned thing.

It was Rodney who made the first move and decided for him. John answered his door to find Rodney there, looking flushed and flustered.

“Can I come in?” Rodney asked a little uncertainly. “Can I--there’s just something I’ve got to-- you’ve been--“ and he pushed past John, let the door slide shut, grabbed his arm, and kissed him.

John only hesitated a moment. He lifted his hand, curled it at Rodney’s nape, and kissed him back, softly, sweetly at first, then with a little more heat, passion curling up from his belly, because it was like a dam breaking, something deeper than just the physical need, waves of long-denied longing and desire washing though him, things he hadn’t even really realized were there.

Rodney kissed the way he did everything else, with complete openness. There was an uncharacteristic hesitancy, though, so John used his hands and body and mouth to show Rodney it was okay, that he was onboard with the whole thing, wanted it too, so damned badly. His hands roamed over Rodney’s body, caressing his arms and hips, curling around his back, pulling him closer. His lips and tongue coaxed and urged, and he groaned when Rodney’s confidence grew. His body pressed forward, his growing erection pressing against Rodney’s own.

“Are we doing this?” Rodney asked, breathless.

“Oh yeah,” John answered, and crowded him toward the bed.

They stretched out, Rodney on his back, John half on top, thigh between Rodney’s legs, and kissed again until they were both breathing hard, gasping from the intensity of it. John dragged his tongue over the tendon in Rodney’s neck, feeling him shiver under the touch. His hand wormed its way underneath Rodney’s shirt, feeling the smooth skin, the soft hair, then up to the right nipple, already hard and erect. Rodney gasped when John traced around it, pushing his chest up, asking for more. John thumbed in decreasing circles, spiraling in until he made contact, and his dick jumped when Rodney groaned deeply.

All he wanted to do was get naked-- get Rodney out of his clothes, lose his own, and feel skin on skin.

John knelt up and pulled his shirt off, then helped Rodney sit up and pull his over his head. He leaned forward until their lips met and used his weight to push Rodney back into the pillow, both of them groaning at the skin contact.

Rodney kissed him and ghosted a hand down John’s arm, tracing lean muscle and sinew. His fingers glided over the spot on the inside of John’s elbow, slid down to John’s wrist, then across his sensitive palm, before lacing their fingers, somehow connecting them.

John nuzzled his way down Rodney’s neck and chest until he reached the responsive nipple. He did the same thing with his tongue he’d done with his thumb, moving it in decreasing circles until he gently licked the edge of the nub.

Rodney gasped and arched up, his free hand moving to John’s hair. “John,” he whispered, and John’s dick twitched again at hearing his name spoken like that, full of want and need and wonder. He surged back up, capturing Rodney’s mouth again. “Let’s lose the pants,” he said, nuzzling Rodney’s neck.
They worked the buttons together, and John groaned in protest when he had to move off Rodney so they could push the pants down. Each took a shoe and they tossed everything to the floor.

“What about yours?” Rodney asked, his fingertips running down John’s chest and stomach, following the treasure trail that led into John’s waistband. He brushed the top of John’s cock and smiled when he felt it twitch.

John was busy staring. He took in the hairy shins, the smooth paleness of Rodney’s thighs, the pink, wrinkled skin covering his balls, the crinkled riot of pubic hair, the stiff penis, already leaking, the soft curve of his belly, the broad expanse of chest, and his eyes finally came to rest when he looked into Rodney’s eyes. He swallowed hard. “God, Rodney,” and it came out a croak.

Rodney’s eyebrows drew together worriedly. “Is this okay?” he asked, his hand waving up and down his body. “Are you okay?”

John felt his mouth water so he swallowed again. “Yeah,” he breathed. “Very okay.”

“Well, take your pants off then,” Rodney said, his face relaxing into a grin.

How could John argue with such brilliant logic? He grinned back and started working on his own buttons, but had to pause, letting Rodney take over for a minute, because he just had to get a taste, so he leaned over and planted a kiss to the tip of Rodney’s cock, darting his tongue out to gather some of the pre-come pooled there. He heard Rodney gasp, and felt his fingers stop working, so he opened his lips and took the head in, going down to just beneath the corona. He kept his lips firmly around the glans as he pulled back up.

“Okay,” Rodney panted. “Nice preview there.”

John straightened back up and grinned, then finished helping Rodney get him naked.

They stretched out again like before, except it was so much better now. Rodney writhed as they kissed, his hips moving, restless, and John moved too, his ass clenching, his cock rubbing right up against Rodney’s, their chests sliding together.

John worked his way back down, teasing each nipple until Rodney was panting, licking around his navel, then down to the crease of his thigh, nuzzling, breathing deeply, lapping up the salt. He licked over the head of Rodney’s cock, sucked on the sensitive underside, then opened his lips wide and took as much as he could in.

“Oh, god,” Rodney said, sounding drunk. He rested one hand on John’s head, fingering his hair. “Please don’t stop doing that.”

“Hmmmm,” John answered, and felt Rodney shiver at the vibrations. He slid his mouth down quickly, then took his sweet time sliding back up, sucking strongly. After a few more times he cupped Rodney’s balls, rolling them gently, and moved his mouth up and down more smoothly. He reached back with his thumb, searching for Rodney’s opening, and felt him tense up. He let Rodney’s cock slip from his mouth but kept hold of the balls. “You don’t want me to?” he asked.

“No, no, I do,” Rodney said, then he flushed. “It’s just that I--” his voice trailed off.

John raised himself up on his elbow. “You’ve done this before, right?”

“Of course I have,” Rodney snapped. “Well, mostly.”


“I’ve never, you know,” Rodney said, looking embarrassed.

“But you’ve been with a guy, right?”

“I’ve dabbled,” Rodney said haughtily. “Well, if you count a mutual handjob,” he conceded.

John looked at him, stunned. “So you’ve never--“

“Kissed, blown, fucked,” Rodney admitted, sounding shy of all things.

“I’m the first,” John said, a little disturbed at how much he like knowing that.

“Well, you would be if you’d get back to it,” Rodney snipped.

John laughed and moved up to kiss him again. “We don’t have to do anything complicated,” he murmured against Rodney’s lips.

“I want to,” Rodney breathed. “I’ve always wondered.”

“Are you sure?” John asked.

“Not if you’re going to analyze it to death,” Rodney said.

John laughed again. “Roll over,” he said, moving away.


“Just do it, Rodney.”

Rodney grunted and rolled over, then spread his legs. John got his lube stash from the bedside table, and put it within easy reach, then climbed on, tucking himself against Rodney’s back, nuzzling at his shoulder blades, his cock happily nestling between Rodney’s cheeks. He rolled his hips, letting Rodney feel him, then moved down, trailing kisses along Rodney’s spine, licking the small of his back, then lower still.

Rodney rubbed against the sheets, grasping them in his fists. John’s tongue caressed, his breath warmed, his spit cooled, and it was all so overwhelming, then John licked him, right there, and Rodney almost forgot to breathe at the sensation, at the sheer intimacy of it.

‘So beautiful,” John murmured, kissing one cheek then the other. “God, Rodney.” John didn’t stop until Rodney’s opening was pulsing rhythmically, something that had never happened to him before. But then, none of this had happened before.

Rodney heard the snap of a cap, then fingers joined in, slick and cool, and it felt so damned good to have them slide past the pulsing, to give him something to squeeze against.

John rubbed deep, pushing the lube in as much as he could. “Okay,” he finally said, urging with his hands. “Turn over.”

Rodney rolled over, his cock bouncing eagerly against his stomach, and John had to taste one more time. He sealed his lips around the shaft, tonguing and sucking, until he felt Rodney’s cock fill even more. He knelt up and shuffled close, took the pillow and tucked it underneath Rodney’s hips, then lifted both legs and rested them on his shoulders. He grabbed a handful of lube, slicked himself up, then lined up with Rodney’s opening, not pushing yet, and leaned in for a kiss.

Rodney grunted as his legs pressed against his chest. “I don’t think that’s going to work,” he said.

“Here,” John said, and lowered one of Rodney’s legs to curl around his back. He met less resistance when he leaned in again. “Better?”

“Hmmmm,” Rodney agreed, and slid his hand behind John’s neck, pulling him in. He could feel John snugged tight against his opening, feel the heat radiating off his body, taste him, smell him, and oh god, it was going to happen.

“Just breathe,” John murmured, knelt back up, and pushed.

Rodney did, breathing past the initial burn, breathing through the strangeness, and when John was finally buried deep enough to roll his hips, breathed himself into the pleasure. He let himself fall into it, let the sensation overwhelm him. “Oh god,” he said, looked into John’s eyes, and was stunned to see how turned on John was.

“Yeah,” John agreed shakily, his whole body quivering with the need to thrust. “You okay?”

“Better if you move,” Rodney said, and moved his hips.

John surged forward smoothly, using long, steady strokes. Rodney let his head fall back, closed his eyes, and just felt it all, the steady thrusting, the shuddering pleasure when John pushed deep, the way his body seemed more alive than he remembered it being.

John kissed the calf resting on his shoulder, stroked Rodney’s thighs, reached a hand up to his chest to tease a nipple then back down to cup his balls, using every touch and stroke to arouse, make it good, give pleasure. He tilted Rodney’s hips up a little more and knew he’s brushed Rodney’s prostate when his body vibrated around John’s cock and he groaned deeply.


“So good,” Rodney whimpered, lost.

John stopped completely, because christ he was right there on the edge and it wasn’t time yet. Rodney’s eyes flew open and he lifted his head. “John?”

“No!” John said, clutching Rodney’s thighs convulsively. “Shit! Rodney!” Rodney had clenched his ass instinctively when he curled his head up, and his hips had shifted just a little, and nonononono! Not yet!

John’s body took over and he came like gangbusters, hips snapping forward, blood pounding in his ears, blinding pleasure spiking through him.

The next thing he knew he was sprawled on top of Rodney, being held close, kisses raining over his neck and shoulders. He groaned, embarrassed. “Sorry,” he said into Rodney’s neck, cringing.

“I made you lose control,” Rodney said, sounding awed, of all things. “I-- that was the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.”

John groaned, mortified, wishing desperately, too late, that he’d jerked off earlier so he would have had more staying power. “I just-- you were so-- I couldn’t stop.” He could feel Rodney’s erection pressing into his belly. His traitorous cock slipped out of Rodney’s body. He kissed Rodney deeply. “God, Rodney. That hasn’t happened to me since I was a teenager.”

“You have no idea how glad I am to hear that,” Rodney said, sounding disgustingly pleased with himself.

“We’re not done yet,” John promised, nuzzling against Rodney’s lips.

“I’m glad to hear that, too. What did you have in mind?”

“Well, I could blow you,” John said, pulling Rodney’s lower lip between his and sucking on it. “Or you could fuck me.”

“You’d let me do that?” Rodney asked, stunned.

“I want you to do that,” John said, then added, “only if you want to.”

“And I have to choose?”

“Well, we could do one now and the other the next time,” John said.

“There is going to be a next time?” Rodney asked hopefully.

John looked at him earnestly. “I hope so, my shortcomings notwithstanding.”

Rodney crushed him tightly in a hug, then gave him enough room to kiss him again. He not-so-subtly pushed down on John’s shoulders.

John laughed, kissed him deeply once again, then slithered down. He pushed inside with two fingers, probing gently, and sucked and licked and touched until Rodney emptied his balls into John’s mouth.

Later, when they were curled up comfortably, John watched Rodney sleep, and yes, he’d been right. There was a definite smugness that radiated off him even in slumber. John smiled his own smug smile, snuggled down, close his eyes, and let himself drift off in contentment. They’d worry about the Wraith tomorrow.

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::: beta slinks into the room ::: Pssssssssssst. ::: motions Feather closer, points at text and whispers :::: What happened to the formatting? ::: beta slinks back away :::

Thank you! I have no idea what I did wrong the first time. *headdesk* I thought I'd done it like I always did. Grrrr. *g*

*snuggles you*

That was wonderfully done.

I can't get enough first times and I really enjoyed this one. The best part was John trying to regain control which resulted in Rodney's accidentally getting him off. Funny and hot.

Any chance you're writing the sequel, where Rodney returns the favor?

I like your slinky beta. Of course I'm not sure who it is, but it might interest her to know that I had an irresistible urge to reread the beginning of 'New York Rendezvous' this morning.

I love first times, too! There's something about them . . . maybe watching them get together? I was worried about the little premature problem John had, but catspaw_sgjd said, "People like awkward sex," so I kept it in. *g* I'm glad you enjoyed it!

I hadn't thought about a sequel. It's always a possibility, though. Right now I'm eyeball deep in my Cuff ‘Em, Vamp ‘Em, or Just Make ‘Em Come Already Kink and Cliché challenge fic. :D I'm really having fun with it!

My betas are the best! *snuggles beta who squirms to get away* LOL NY is one of my absolute favs. In fact, maybe I'll give that one a reread later. *g*

"You have no basis for that observation," he paused then asked suspiciously, "Do you?"

John glared. "I’ve got eyes, don’t I? They don’t move."

::dies:: LOL I like to think that all the tension in Inferno was because they were both jealous of Norina :D I love ST! And yummy sex!

I thought that's *exactly* where the tension came from. *g* I had fun writing all the snark.

I'm glad you made it safely to Florida! *hugs you*