FIC: Green Eyed Monster. Part 3/3 (SGA)
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ashinaeGreen-Eyed Monster
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ashinae and linden_jay
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
Spoilers: None for any major plot points. Assumes you've watched the show. Set sometime before Season Four.
Disclaimer: Not written for profit.
Summary: John didn't like it. Not one bit. And nobody could make him.
Note: This is a multi-part, but complete, story. This is not a work in progress.
Previous Parts: Part One, Part Two
It was dusk when John wandered back into Traian. He strolled through town, greeted some of the townsfolk, took some bread when it was offered to him, and made his way to Canoc's house. He knocked smartly on the door, then opened it up without being invited.
There were flowers on the table. And candles. And a great big meal for two.
"Colonel Sheppard," Canoc said. "Is there a problem?"
"No, no," John said. "Not at all. Just thought I'd join you."
Rodney walked back into the room, drying his hands on his pants. "All right, I'm... Colonel," he said, tilting his head to the side. "When did you get here?"
"Just now. I thought I'd come see how everything's working out." John smiled brightly and pushed his hands into his pockets.
Canoc frowned. "Doctor McKay and I were just sitting down for dinner."
"Great! It smells fantastic."
"Ah. Alone, Colonel."
Rodney waved his hand. "I have to admit, it looks like there's plenty of food," he said. "There's an extra chair there in the corner," he added, pointing to it as he sat down at the table. "Come on, now, I'm starved."
"Well," Canoc said, "I... very well, Colonel."
John smiled brightly, grabbed the spare chair, and brought it to the table, sitting next to Rodney. "So. How goes the repairs?"
"As I was trying to tell you last night before you dragged me away, I was very, very close. Which means now, I'm practically done," Rodney said, a smug smile on his face.
"Good for you, Rodney," John said, smiling too. "That's good news." He paused as he took a roll from the basket Canoc passed him. "So any idea what the device does, exactly? Is it a weapon, or is it defensive?"
"Defensive," Rodney said, almost looking disappointed. "And it draws from a specific mineral composition that as far as I can tell, only exists here, on this planet, so... the probability of duplicating it elsewhere is.... well. Not so probable."
"But Doctor McKay thinks it will be able to continue to defend my people against the Wraith," Canoc said. "He was speaking very quickly at that point, so I'm not certain I understood what the device does, but it seems that it will help us. If that's the case, we should be able to continue to be allies, even if it's only for trade. My people are not warriors."
"I guess that's something," John said.
"What? I wasn't speaking that quickly at the time," Rodney protested, taking another bite of bread.
"Yes, you were," Canoc said. "You speak very, very quickly when you get excited about something."
"Yeah, he does do that," John said. His knee bumped against Rodney's. Absolutely by accident.
Rodney rolled his eyes at Canoc, and shifted to grab something from across the table. Bumping against John's knee at the same time. "It is purely defensive, but as long as it stays in working order, and it's properly maintained, it should keep you relatively safe. I'll make sure you know what to watch for."
"I cannot possibly thank you enough for your help, Doctor McKay," Canoc said, looking at him with a smile. "But I will repay you... however you see fit."
"Really? That's very kind of you," Rodney said, smiling back at him. "Is that chicken?"
"Yes, yes, of course." Canoc passed the chicken over to Rodney.
*
Dinner passed by uneventfully enough, and when Rodney yawned rather widely, John stood up. "All right," he said, "time for me to take you home to bed."
Canoc stood as well. "Doctor McKay is welcome to stay here," he said.
"I'm not that tired--I could probably go back to the site and finish up," Rodney suggested. Yawning again.
"Rodney, you work better when you're not exhausted," Canoc said, gently. "Don't think I haven't noticed."
"You heard him," John said. "So let's go back home."
Rodney let out a big sigh. "Oh, fine. Have it your way," he said, getting up from the table. "Wonderful meal, Canoc, really. I'll see you tomorrow, yes?" He gave him a wide smile.
Canoc smiled back, just as widely. "Of course, Doctor McKay. Until tomorrow."
"Yes, of course," Rodney said, nodding, then heading outside ahead of John, once he got his shoes back on. And maybe tried to 'accidentally' head in the direction of the site instead of the gate.
"Hey, hey," John said, grabbing his arm. "No. Home. Bed."
"What, is that not the way home?"
"Don't be cheeky."
"Cheeky? When did you turn into Carson?" Rodney snorted.
"It's a good word. Cheeky. I've decided to incorporate it into my vocabulary."
"I'm not entirely sure that it's 'you'," Rodney said, looking uncertain.
"No?" John looked thoughtful. "How about sassy? Or saucy?"
"Okay, now you're freaking me out, and I'm thinking maybe I should go back and have thirds at Canoc's place. I'm sure he hasn't finished clearing the table yet."
"Come on, Rodney," John said, firmly, arm around Rodney's shoulders. "It's time to go home. To your prescription mattress. Which, incidentally, is not my prescription. I've got an awful kink in my neck."
"You can't blame my mattress for that," Rodney insisted. "That was from you being a stubborn ass and sleeping in that chair, which is not at all prescription."
"I had to make sure you wouldn't leave, and it wasn't polite to invite myself into your bed."
Rodney snorted. "And you have such a premium on manners."
"I do," John said. "I'm perfectly polite. Very, even. Insufferably so."
"You've got the insufferable part right anyway," Rodney murmured. "Are we there yet?"
"Just about." John stopped walking, and looked up at the starry sky. "Rodney?"
"Uh huh?" Rodney said, not realising for a moment or two that John had stopped. He stopped too, and turned back to look at him. "Are we not walking?"
"I don't like Canoc."
"Really," Rodney deadpanned. "That was almost hard to tell."
John was still talking to the sky, though he did, at least, face Rodney. "I don't like him at all, Rodney. He's too nice to you."
"You don't like him... because he's nice to me? So, does that make Kavanaugh your favourite person?"
"Rodney. No. Look. I just... he's... I don't like him paying attention to you like that because I think he's got ulterior motives."
"He does," Rodney said.
John looked down at him. "Um."
"He wants me to fix the device," Rodney reminded him. "It's not that hard to figure out," he added, starting to walk again.
"I think he wants in your pants," John blurted out, louder than he intended.
Rodney turned around, stared at John, and blinked. Several times.
"Rodney! He's hot for you in... in... unseemly ways!"
"So help me, Colonel, my pants had better not have been part of the 'textiles' trade that you and Teyla arranged," Rodney said, sounding very threatening.
"God, no, because I don't want to share you."
"You don't want to... what me?" Rodney took a few steps closer.
"Share you with pretty-boys with stupid hair," John muttered.
"Share me with pretty boys with stupid hair because you..."
"Because I shouldn't have to." John crossed his arms.
"You don't want to share me," Rodney repeated. "Like... as an incredibly valuable and irreplaceable colleague on your team?"
"Well, that, too." John fidgeted, shifting from one foot to the other. This place wasn't perfect after all--it started to get ridiculously chilly at night.
Rodney sighed. "I don't understand you," he admitted, almost sadly, turning to walk toward the gate again.
"Rodney!" John took a few steps to catch up to him, grabbed his arm, and turned him around. "I don't want to share you with somebody who wants to get in your pants."
"Why not?"
"Because I want you, goddammit!"
And like that, Rodney took that one step closer, pushed his hand into John's hair, and tugged him in for a very deliberate kiss. "My God, I thought that was going to take all night!" he sighed, tugging his arm out of John's grip and starting to walk very quickly in the direction of the gate.
John stood there, motionless, not sure what just happened.
"Are you coming or not?" Rodney's voice drifted back to John from up ahead.
John hurried to catch up with him. "Did you just kiss me?"
"If you're not sure whether I did or not, clearly I didn't do it right," Rodney frowned. "No... no, I'm sure that I did. I'll just have to remind you once we get back to my room."
"Back to your room," John echoed, his voice suddenly very, very rough.
"Yes, I think so," Rodney said, stopping suddenly. "Are you going to dial the gate?"
John stopped. He was standing next to the DHD. "Right. Dialling right now."
"Good. By the way, I can't believe you didn't try and peek at me at least once last night when I was changing. Really, Colonel, from your reputation, I expected better," Rodney said, just in time for the gate to activate. Punching in his IDC, he headed straight for the gate without another word.
John watched him go, then followed after him a moment later. He caught up to him in the gate room and tried to act casual. Really casual.
While John was trying to act casual, Rodney was actually managing to pull it off. Which was probably odd, as one of the things that Rodney was typically not was casual. At all. And yet, he was practically strolling his way to his quarters, not bothering to check to see if John was following after him or not.
Of course John was following him, as if Rodney was dangling a carrot on a stick in front of his nose. He followed Rodney right into his room, and ten stood there, dumbly, staring at him.
Rodney turned around once they were in his room, looking very satisfied. "There. Much better. So--where were we?"
"You kissed me," John said.
"Yes. Yes I did."
"I kind of liked it."
"Only kind of? You're going to be a hard man to please, John Sheppard."
John quirked a grin at him. "Maybe I am."
"Don't be cheeky now," Rodney said, throwing John's own word back at him. "Do you know how many days I've been dragging this project out, waiting for you to finally admit you were jealous and make a damned move? You owe me for that."
"Dragging... you've been... Meredith Rodney McKay!"
"You're a very stubborn man, you know that? And don't call me Meredith. The last thing I need to be thinking about while you're taking your pants off is my sister."
John grinned at him. "Fair enough. Now are you going to kiss me again, or am I going to have to go over there?"
"I think you should come over here. You can’t expect me to do all the work here too."
"Geez, you're demanding." But John crossed the room to him, pushed a hand into Rodney's hair, and leaned down to kiss him. His mouth felt good.
John had no idea. But if Rodney had his way--and he intended to have his way--he was going to find out. Rodney pressed in close and groaned into the kiss, hands splaying out across John's back.
"Hell," John gasped against Rodney's mouth, and kissed him again as he tugged Rodney's shirt up so he could touch Rodney's back. His skin was soft--ridiculously so.
Rodney wriggled out of the kiss long enough to get his shirt off properly, then tugging at John's as well. "Off--you wear too many clothes," he said, even as he kissed John again.
John groaned against Rodney's mouth and after a moment, he threw his shirt somewhere across the room. Wouldn't need it. He grabbed at Rodney's shoulders and shoved him down onto his goddamned stupid prescription mattress. Without a word, he managed to get Rodney's shoes off. It was important that they come off. It wasn't going to be too long before it would be an impossible task.
He was babbling away at John almost the entire time, even though it was becoming rapidly clear that John wasn't hearing two words in three. Finally, he reached out and grabbed onto John's hair and tugged hard. "John!"
"Ow! What, Rodney!" John looked up at him, annoyed.
"You weren't listening!"
He blinked. "Oh. Well."
"Exactly. Because if you were, you'd have heard me tell you that I want you to fuck me. I said it like four times," Rodney huffed.
"You. You want." John swallowed hard. "Oh."
"Yes. I do. I want you to fuck me," Rodney repeated--again--reaching out and grabbing lube and condoms and shoving them all in John's direction, only to drop them against the bed. "Oh, wait... oh God, are you a virgin?" he asked bluntly. John did seem rather shocked.
"What--I--Rodney!" John closed his eyes, and pressed the heels of his palms against his eyes. "I'm not a virgin. It's just--we haven't even--and--you're--"
"Well, you never know," Rodney pointed out, reaching for John's arms and tugging him down against his body, then pulling his hands out of the way. "Kiss me," he coaxed.
"Rodney." Okay, John could do that before his brain melted and he'd be utterly useless. He kissed him, a hand sliding under his head, and his tongue darting out to touch Rodney's lip. "I want you," he whispered against his mouth.
"I thought so," Rodney murmured back, lips curling into a smile as he arched his body up against John's.
"I'm not naked enough yet," John said. For that matter, neither was Rodney. They needed to fix that.
"So get us naked," Rodney shot back, fingers already slipping between them and working on John's belt. "God knows you've spent enough time staring at my ass that you should be able to guess what it looks like by now, but still."
John stared at him, then leaned in and kissed him again, hard. "What else have I been doing?" he asked, roughly, before he began working on the rest of their clothes. It was easy enough to get Rodney naked; John, however, was still wearing his boots.
"Glaring at anyone who pays me the slightest bit of attention, sneaking me chocolate pudding, and if you'd admitted you were jealous this morning, we could have been doing this a lot sooner. Also, your boots are stupid," Rodney added.
"Don't I know it," John said with a grunt, giving a particularly hard tug and tumbling down off of Rodney's bed. "And I don't glare at everyone who pays attention to you," he said, throwing a boot across the room with rather a lot of viciousness.
Rodney peered over the side of the bed at him. "You didn't damage anything, did you? Because I've already waited a fairly long time for this, you know."
"I'm fine," John said. He was naked when he stood up, and crawled up onto Rodney's bed. "I'm just fine."
He smiled, looking very pleased. "You're better than fine," Rodney said, hands moving over John's shoulders. Hairier than he'd expected, but there were worse things.
John looked down at him a moment, then leaned in and started pressing kisses over Rodney's jaw, down his neck, over his shoulder. "You look pleased with yourself," he murmured against Rodney's skin. Soft, soft, stupidly soft skin.
"I told you... I've waited a long time for this," Rodney sighed, pushing his fingers into John's ridiculous hair and tugging, but not as hard this time.
John groaned. "Oh, god. You keep doing that, and... god."
"I keep doing that and what?" Rodney asked, tugging again, then sliding his hands down John's neck, fingers pressing in nice and hard. "Don't you want to fuck me?"
John groaned. "God. Yes. Rodney." He looked up at him. "I want that."
"Ohthankgod," Rodney said, all in one word, surging up and kissing him again.
John shoved both hands under Rodney's body, drawing him up, kissing him hard. He pressed close, rocked against him, wondered if he'd really actually get to that point. He might not make it. And wouldn't that be embarrassing.
Rodney moaned into John's mouth, still talking even when he was being kissed. It didn't really matter whether John could hear him or understand him or not. The tone was clear. He wanted. He wanted everything.
A shiver went down John's spine, and he fumbled for the lube and condom. He whimpered faintly, face against Rodney's neck, and then his tongue darted out against his skin before he pulled back to kneel between Rodney's legs. "Damn."
"Do you want me like this?" Rodney asked, voice coming out in a gasp as he propped himself up on his elbows, watching John. "Or do you want me to turn over?"
John looked at him and swallowed hard. "How..." His mouth was dry. He licked his lips. "How do you like it?"
"Well, mostly? I just really like being fucked," Rodney said, trademark blunt. "I just thought you might have a preference," he added, grinning at him. Just a little smug.
John licked his lip again, then ran his hand down Rodney's side to his hip. "Turn over," he rasped.
Rodney flashed one more slow, crooked grin at John before he rolled over onto his stomach, legs spreading wide as he lifted his ass up for John. "More like that?" he asked over his shoulder.
John swore harshly. He leaned down and trailed his tongue all the way up Rodney's spine, then bit at his shoulder. He fumbled with the lube; his hands shook, but somehow he managed, somehow, and stroked his fingertips over Rodney's hole. "Want you."
He moaned at John's tongue, murmuring under his breath and pushing back against his fingers when he felt them brushing against his hole. "John... John, come on, damn it, please?"
John bit his shoulder again and pushed a finger inside him. "You just said 'please'," he mumbled. "I shouldn't find that so hot."
"I also said damn it, and I'm adding a hurry the hell up and... oh God, more, more, more," Rodney sighed, head dropping forward when John's finger pushed inside him.
Now that just made John smile. There were little things that Rodney did, sometimes, that made him ridiculously hot, and they didn't make sense, but then, neither did Rodney. Neither did he. They didn't make sense at all. He pushed another finger inside him. "Is that good? Tell me it's good, Rodney."
Rodney groaned, the sound coming from the bottom of the floor or farther. "God, yes it's good--you know it's good," he breathed, pushing back against John's fingers, encouraging him to give him more, to move faster.
And that groan just about did John in. He groaned and pulled his fingers free. "Tell me you want it," he said, "because I need you right the hell now."
"So help me God, Colonel, if you don't fuck me right now, I'm going to walk naked back to Traian and find Canoc," Rodney threatened, although the threat itself was blunted by the way he was trembling, and how fucking desperate he sounded.
"Call me John again. Please." He rolled the condom on and pressed up behind Rodney and started to push slowly, too fucking slowly, inside him. God, he was hot.
"John... John," Rodney murmured, voice slipping down to barely a whisper. Oh god, too slow, way too slow, and if he could gather just that much more of his brain, he'd be hurrying things along, but it just felt way too good. "John please," he moaned.
"Yes." And he pushed in hard, deep, all the way, and draped himself over Rodney's back to kiss his shoulder. "Rodney. You feel so fucking good."
He gasped when John pushed in, body clamping down nice and tight around him, just because it felt good to do it. "John... you have to move. You have to move, please, come on."
John couldn't. He wanted to, desperately, he needed it so bad, but he couldn't move. Rodney was so tight, so hot, so everything. For once, just for now, Rodney was the centre of the universe. Not that John could say it out loud. Ever.
It wasn't a whine. Rodney did not whine. But he did let out a low, desperate kind of sound, right before taking a deep breath and shoving back against John. Because if they didn't start moving soon, Rodney was going to die.
That was all it took to get John to move. If only Rodney had done that sooner. John held him tight and thrust forward, hard, harder than he intended, but there'd be time enough later. Eventually. Sooner or later, he could do this right, he could take his time, he could enjoy everything, but he'd just spent days getting teased very mercilessly by an evil genius and he was going to give them what they wanted.
Rodney let out a stream of 'yeses' said so quickly that they blurred together into one word, fucking John back and moaning so loudly that Ronon was probably down in his quarters holding a pillow over his ears.
John echoed those moans, though he didn't exactly want to be quite so loud, because undoubtedly Rodney would be insufferably smug later, but goddamn, he felt good. Better than he had any right to be, and John was just this side of completely losing control as he fucked Rodney harder, faster. The sounds they made were that side of obscene. That made it all so much hotter.
God, he was good. Not that Rodney'd doubted that--the man was a complete Kirk, and that did come with a certain amount of mattress prowess--but it was nice to finally get some first hand knowledge on the subject. He kept moving with John, moaning and babbling away, encouragement and demand-like-pleas for more mostly. Up until he shifted, more or less on a dime, and started begging and demanding that John touch him, moaning that he needed to come.
So John only waited a few brief moments before he finally reached down to touch Rodney's cock, groaning softly as he did. He sucked and bit at Rodney's shoulder, wanting to leave a mark. He needed to leave something behind. Something that nobody else could see, but he'd know it was there. He'd always know. And he'd see it again, as soon as he could. "Rodney," he gasped, shoving in hard.
The biting thing that John kept doing was not only good, but a hopeful sign of a possible oral fixation, which Rodney'd be a lot more excited about if he wasn't so distracted by Johnfinally getting his hand down to Rodney's cock. He bucked back against him, then thrust into his hand, then back again, fast and hard and 'yesfuckyes', all before letting out a loud yell and coming over John's hand.
"Ohmygod. Rodney. Rodney." John bit him again, a little harder than he'd intended, and a few moments later, he came, hips jerking forward a few more times. "Rodney." Eyes closed, he rested his cheek against Rodney's back. He felt sweat dripping down his neck.
He was breathing too hard to even register a token complaint about the bite to his shoulder, which was probably for the best. If he complained too much, John might not do it again, and that would be bad. Rodney turned his head to the side and pillowed it against the mattress (God only knew where the actual pillows had gotten to), lips curled up into a distinctly smug smile as he got his breath back.
"Rodney." Another few deep, ragged breaths, and John eased away from him, discarded the condom, and then collapsed half on top of him. "Hey."
He wriggled until he was able to turn enough to see John's face, hand coming up absently to play with his hair. "Interesting. And I thought your hair looked post-coital at the best of times."
"Oh, screw you," John said with a laugh.
"I refuse to make the obvious joke, regardless of the fact that we will be doing that again soon."
"We will, huh? You've decided that?"
"Oh, please, like you haven't," Rodney scoffed.
John grinned, then wriggled them both around so that he could kiss Rodney properly. "Of course I have. I can't have you straying over to Canoc and his pretty-boy face."
"Thank God you finally got your head out of your ass," Rodney said, with a very contented sigh. "If I'd had to go one more day of extending that project, I might have killed him. He's just... he's too nice. No one's that nice."
"That's what I've been saying all this time and nobody believes me."
"Of course they believe you," Rodney said, yawning and nuzzling in closer to John. "I had to find some way to get you to admit you were jealous so you'd do something about it."
John pulled back. "What."
"Hmm?" Rodney looked like he was settling in for a nap, trying to tug John closer again.
John shoved at his shoulder. "Did you get everyone to play along so you could get in my pants?"
"You Americans are always so--forgive the phrase--tight-assed about everything," Rodney said, stretching and settling again. "Plus you're military. A direct approach would never have worked. I had to come up with something else."
"Why you manipulative little bitch," John said, very fondly.
"Thank you," Rodney said, flashing John his trademark wide, crooked smile. "I can't take all the credit though. Chuck was instrumental in the planning phases."
"Chuck? Gate technician Chuck? That Chuck?"
"Everyone underestimates Canadians. It's really not wise."
"Apparently not. You're crafty and wily. I should keep my eye on you." John ran his hands down Rodney's back, and squeezed his ass. He intended to keep more than just his eye on Rodney, if he could help it.
"Especially because you were jealous. Right?" Rodney said, pushing back against John's hand and going back to playing with his hair again.
John nipped at Rodney's lower lip. "Yes, Rodney. I was jealous of Canoc. He's prettier than I am--what did you expect?"
"Oh, please. Not that I thought your vanity needed the pampering, but look in a mirror sometime," Rodney snorted. "Besides, part of the reason you were so jealous is that he looks like a knock-off version of you. The Zellers version, something like that," he said through a yawn.
"What? No. Rodney, no. He doesn't--" Aside from being tall. Skinny. With unruly dark hair and green eyes and... "Well, shit."
"Exactly. You're such a narcissist."
"I'm not attracted to him."
"No, it's worse. You're jealous of yourself."
"That doesn't make any sense."
"Oh, so now I have to make perfect sense and be brilliant after amazing sex too? You expect a lot, Colonel."
John grinned, shoved Rodney over onto his back, and draped himself over him again. "Uh huh."
Rodney grinned back at him and wrapped both arms around his neck. "You realise I have to go back to the site tomorrow. And that it's all your fault, right?"
"I'll accept responsibility on that one. And maybe go back and be a smug bastard because I know Canoc doesn't stand a chance."
"Well, just be glad that you finally stopped being stubborn," Rodney said with a smug look of his own. "I was starting to wonder if I was going to have to sleep with him, at the pace you were going."
John was quiet for a really long time, and then he tightened his arm possessively around Rodney's midsection and made a noise not unlike a growl.
"Okay, now that? Is completely sexy. I might have to start flirting with other people if it gets you to make that noise. Maybe Ronon."
Which made John growl again and bite Rodney's shoulder. Hard.
Rodney just laughed and pushed his fingers into John's hair, pulling him down into a kiss. Oh yes. Definitely going to be doing that.
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ashinae and linden_jayPairing: Sheppard/McKay
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
Spoilers: None for any major plot points. Assumes you've watched the show. Set sometime before Season Four.
Disclaimer: Not written for profit.
Summary: John didn't like it. Not one bit. And nobody could make him.
Note: This is a multi-part, but complete, story. This is not a work in progress.
Previous Parts: Part One, Part Two
It was dusk when John wandered back into Traian. He strolled through town, greeted some of the townsfolk, took some bread when it was offered to him, and made his way to Canoc's house. He knocked smartly on the door, then opened it up without being invited.
There were flowers on the table. And candles. And a great big meal for two.
"Colonel Sheppard," Canoc said. "Is there a problem?"
"No, no," John said. "Not at all. Just thought I'd join you."
Rodney walked back into the room, drying his hands on his pants. "All right, I'm... Colonel," he said, tilting his head to the side. "When did you get here?"
"Just now. I thought I'd come see how everything's working out." John smiled brightly and pushed his hands into his pockets.
Canoc frowned. "Doctor McKay and I were just sitting down for dinner."
"Great! It smells fantastic."
"Ah. Alone, Colonel."
Rodney waved his hand. "I have to admit, it looks like there's plenty of food," he said. "There's an extra chair there in the corner," he added, pointing to it as he sat down at the table. "Come on, now, I'm starved."
"Well," Canoc said, "I... very well, Colonel."
John smiled brightly, grabbed the spare chair, and brought it to the table, sitting next to Rodney. "So. How goes the repairs?"
"As I was trying to tell you last night before you dragged me away, I was very, very close. Which means now, I'm practically done," Rodney said, a smug smile on his face.
"Good for you, Rodney," John said, smiling too. "That's good news." He paused as he took a roll from the basket Canoc passed him. "So any idea what the device does, exactly? Is it a weapon, or is it defensive?"
"Defensive," Rodney said, almost looking disappointed. "And it draws from a specific mineral composition that as far as I can tell, only exists here, on this planet, so... the probability of duplicating it elsewhere is.... well. Not so probable."
"But Doctor McKay thinks it will be able to continue to defend my people against the Wraith," Canoc said. "He was speaking very quickly at that point, so I'm not certain I understood what the device does, but it seems that it will help us. If that's the case, we should be able to continue to be allies, even if it's only for trade. My people are not warriors."
"I guess that's something," John said.
"What? I wasn't speaking that quickly at the time," Rodney protested, taking another bite of bread.
"Yes, you were," Canoc said. "You speak very, very quickly when you get excited about something."
"Yeah, he does do that," John said. His knee bumped against Rodney's. Absolutely by accident.
Rodney rolled his eyes at Canoc, and shifted to grab something from across the table. Bumping against John's knee at the same time. "It is purely defensive, but as long as it stays in working order, and it's properly maintained, it should keep you relatively safe. I'll make sure you know what to watch for."
"I cannot possibly thank you enough for your help, Doctor McKay," Canoc said, looking at him with a smile. "But I will repay you... however you see fit."
"Really? That's very kind of you," Rodney said, smiling back at him. "Is that chicken?"
"Yes, yes, of course." Canoc passed the chicken over to Rodney.
Dinner passed by uneventfully enough, and when Rodney yawned rather widely, John stood up. "All right," he said, "time for me to take you home to bed."
Canoc stood as well. "Doctor McKay is welcome to stay here," he said.
"I'm not that tired--I could probably go back to the site and finish up," Rodney suggested. Yawning again.
"Rodney, you work better when you're not exhausted," Canoc said, gently. "Don't think I haven't noticed."
"You heard him," John said. "So let's go back home."
Rodney let out a big sigh. "Oh, fine. Have it your way," he said, getting up from the table. "Wonderful meal, Canoc, really. I'll see you tomorrow, yes?" He gave him a wide smile.
Canoc smiled back, just as widely. "Of course, Doctor McKay. Until tomorrow."
"Yes, of course," Rodney said, nodding, then heading outside ahead of John, once he got his shoes back on. And maybe tried to 'accidentally' head in the direction of the site instead of the gate.
"Hey, hey," John said, grabbing his arm. "No. Home. Bed."
"What, is that not the way home?"
"Don't be cheeky."
"Cheeky? When did you turn into Carson?" Rodney snorted.
"It's a good word. Cheeky. I've decided to incorporate it into my vocabulary."
"I'm not entirely sure that it's 'you'," Rodney said, looking uncertain.
"No?" John looked thoughtful. "How about sassy? Or saucy?"
"Okay, now you're freaking me out, and I'm thinking maybe I should go back and have thirds at Canoc's place. I'm sure he hasn't finished clearing the table yet."
"Come on, Rodney," John said, firmly, arm around Rodney's shoulders. "It's time to go home. To your prescription mattress. Which, incidentally, is not my prescription. I've got an awful kink in my neck."
"You can't blame my mattress for that," Rodney insisted. "That was from you being a stubborn ass and sleeping in that chair, which is not at all prescription."
"I had to make sure you wouldn't leave, and it wasn't polite to invite myself into your bed."
Rodney snorted. "And you have such a premium on manners."
"I do," John said. "I'm perfectly polite. Very, even. Insufferably so."
"You've got the insufferable part right anyway," Rodney murmured. "Are we there yet?"
"Just about." John stopped walking, and looked up at the starry sky. "Rodney?"
"Uh huh?" Rodney said, not realising for a moment or two that John had stopped. He stopped too, and turned back to look at him. "Are we not walking?"
"I don't like Canoc."
"Really," Rodney deadpanned. "That was almost hard to tell."
John was still talking to the sky, though he did, at least, face Rodney. "I don't like him at all, Rodney. He's too nice to you."
"You don't like him... because he's nice to me? So, does that make Kavanaugh your favourite person?"
"Rodney. No. Look. I just... he's... I don't like him paying attention to you like that because I think he's got ulterior motives."
"He does," Rodney said.
John looked down at him. "Um."
"He wants me to fix the device," Rodney reminded him. "It's not that hard to figure out," he added, starting to walk again.
"I think he wants in your pants," John blurted out, louder than he intended.
Rodney turned around, stared at John, and blinked. Several times.
"Rodney! He's hot for you in... in... unseemly ways!"
"So help me, Colonel, my pants had better not have been part of the 'textiles' trade that you and Teyla arranged," Rodney said, sounding very threatening.
"God, no, because I don't want to share you."
"You don't want to... what me?" Rodney took a few steps closer.
"Share you with pretty-boys with stupid hair," John muttered.
"Share me with pretty boys with stupid hair because you..."
"Because I shouldn't have to." John crossed his arms.
"You don't want to share me," Rodney repeated. "Like... as an incredibly valuable and irreplaceable colleague on your team?"
"Well, that, too." John fidgeted, shifting from one foot to the other. This place wasn't perfect after all--it started to get ridiculously chilly at night.
Rodney sighed. "I don't understand you," he admitted, almost sadly, turning to walk toward the gate again.
"Rodney!" John took a few steps to catch up to him, grabbed his arm, and turned him around. "I don't want to share you with somebody who wants to get in your pants."
"Why not?"
"Because I want you, goddammit!"
And like that, Rodney took that one step closer, pushed his hand into John's hair, and tugged him in for a very deliberate kiss. "My God, I thought that was going to take all night!" he sighed, tugging his arm out of John's grip and starting to walk very quickly in the direction of the gate.
John stood there, motionless, not sure what just happened.
"Are you coming or not?" Rodney's voice drifted back to John from up ahead.
John hurried to catch up with him. "Did you just kiss me?"
"If you're not sure whether I did or not, clearly I didn't do it right," Rodney frowned. "No... no, I'm sure that I did. I'll just have to remind you once we get back to my room."
"Back to your room," John echoed, his voice suddenly very, very rough.
"Yes, I think so," Rodney said, stopping suddenly. "Are you going to dial the gate?"
John stopped. He was standing next to the DHD. "Right. Dialling right now."
"Good. By the way, I can't believe you didn't try and peek at me at least once last night when I was changing. Really, Colonel, from your reputation, I expected better," Rodney said, just in time for the gate to activate. Punching in his IDC, he headed straight for the gate without another word.
John watched him go, then followed after him a moment later. He caught up to him in the gate room and tried to act casual. Really casual.
While John was trying to act casual, Rodney was actually managing to pull it off. Which was probably odd, as one of the things that Rodney was typically not was casual. At all. And yet, he was practically strolling his way to his quarters, not bothering to check to see if John was following after him or not.
Of course John was following him, as if Rodney was dangling a carrot on a stick in front of his nose. He followed Rodney right into his room, and ten stood there, dumbly, staring at him.
Rodney turned around once they were in his room, looking very satisfied. "There. Much better. So--where were we?"
"You kissed me," John said.
"Yes. Yes I did."
"I kind of liked it."
"Only kind of? You're going to be a hard man to please, John Sheppard."
John quirked a grin at him. "Maybe I am."
"Don't be cheeky now," Rodney said, throwing John's own word back at him. "Do you know how many days I've been dragging this project out, waiting for you to finally admit you were jealous and make a damned move? You owe me for that."
"Dragging... you've been... Meredith Rodney McKay!"
"You're a very stubborn man, you know that? And don't call me Meredith. The last thing I need to be thinking about while you're taking your pants off is my sister."
John grinned at him. "Fair enough. Now are you going to kiss me again, or am I going to have to go over there?"
"I think you should come over here. You can’t expect me to do all the work here too."
"Geez, you're demanding." But John crossed the room to him, pushed a hand into Rodney's hair, and leaned down to kiss him. His mouth felt good.
John had no idea. But if Rodney had his way--and he intended to have his way--he was going to find out. Rodney pressed in close and groaned into the kiss, hands splaying out across John's back.
"Hell," John gasped against Rodney's mouth, and kissed him again as he tugged Rodney's shirt up so he could touch Rodney's back. His skin was soft--ridiculously so.
Rodney wriggled out of the kiss long enough to get his shirt off properly, then tugging at John's as well. "Off--you wear too many clothes," he said, even as he kissed John again.
John groaned against Rodney's mouth and after a moment, he threw his shirt somewhere across the room. Wouldn't need it. He grabbed at Rodney's shoulders and shoved him down onto his goddamned stupid prescription mattress. Without a word, he managed to get Rodney's shoes off. It was important that they come off. It wasn't going to be too long before it would be an impossible task.
He was babbling away at John almost the entire time, even though it was becoming rapidly clear that John wasn't hearing two words in three. Finally, he reached out and grabbed onto John's hair and tugged hard. "John!"
"Ow! What, Rodney!" John looked up at him, annoyed.
"You weren't listening!"
He blinked. "Oh. Well."
"Exactly. Because if you were, you'd have heard me tell you that I want you to fuck me. I said it like four times," Rodney huffed.
"You. You want." John swallowed hard. "Oh."
"Yes. I do. I want you to fuck me," Rodney repeated--again--reaching out and grabbing lube and condoms and shoving them all in John's direction, only to drop them against the bed. "Oh, wait... oh God, are you a virgin?" he asked bluntly. John did seem rather shocked.
"What--I--Rodney!" John closed his eyes, and pressed the heels of his palms against his eyes. "I'm not a virgin. It's just--we haven't even--and--you're--"
"Well, you never know," Rodney pointed out, reaching for John's arms and tugging him down against his body, then pulling his hands out of the way. "Kiss me," he coaxed.
"Rodney." Okay, John could do that before his brain melted and he'd be utterly useless. He kissed him, a hand sliding under his head, and his tongue darting out to touch Rodney's lip. "I want you," he whispered against his mouth.
"I thought so," Rodney murmured back, lips curling into a smile as he arched his body up against John's.
"I'm not naked enough yet," John said. For that matter, neither was Rodney. They needed to fix that.
"So get us naked," Rodney shot back, fingers already slipping between them and working on John's belt. "God knows you've spent enough time staring at my ass that you should be able to guess what it looks like by now, but still."
John stared at him, then leaned in and kissed him again, hard. "What else have I been doing?" he asked, roughly, before he began working on the rest of their clothes. It was easy enough to get Rodney naked; John, however, was still wearing his boots.
"Glaring at anyone who pays me the slightest bit of attention, sneaking me chocolate pudding, and if you'd admitted you were jealous this morning, we could have been doing this a lot sooner. Also, your boots are stupid," Rodney added.
"Don't I know it," John said with a grunt, giving a particularly hard tug and tumbling down off of Rodney's bed. "And I don't glare at everyone who pays attention to you," he said, throwing a boot across the room with rather a lot of viciousness.
Rodney peered over the side of the bed at him. "You didn't damage anything, did you? Because I've already waited a fairly long time for this, you know."
"I'm fine," John said. He was naked when he stood up, and crawled up onto Rodney's bed. "I'm just fine."
He smiled, looking very pleased. "You're better than fine," Rodney said, hands moving over John's shoulders. Hairier than he'd expected, but there were worse things.
John looked down at him a moment, then leaned in and started pressing kisses over Rodney's jaw, down his neck, over his shoulder. "You look pleased with yourself," he murmured against Rodney's skin. Soft, soft, stupidly soft skin.
"I told you... I've waited a long time for this," Rodney sighed, pushing his fingers into John's ridiculous hair and tugging, but not as hard this time.
John groaned. "Oh, god. You keep doing that, and... god."
"I keep doing that and what?" Rodney asked, tugging again, then sliding his hands down John's neck, fingers pressing in nice and hard. "Don't you want to fuck me?"
John groaned. "God. Yes. Rodney." He looked up at him. "I want that."
"Ohthankgod," Rodney said, all in one word, surging up and kissing him again.
John shoved both hands under Rodney's body, drawing him up, kissing him hard. He pressed close, rocked against him, wondered if he'd really actually get to that point. He might not make it. And wouldn't that be embarrassing.
Rodney moaned into John's mouth, still talking even when he was being kissed. It didn't really matter whether John could hear him or understand him or not. The tone was clear. He wanted. He wanted everything.
A shiver went down John's spine, and he fumbled for the lube and condom. He whimpered faintly, face against Rodney's neck, and then his tongue darted out against his skin before he pulled back to kneel between Rodney's legs. "Damn."
"Do you want me like this?" Rodney asked, voice coming out in a gasp as he propped himself up on his elbows, watching John. "Or do you want me to turn over?"
John looked at him and swallowed hard. "How..." His mouth was dry. He licked his lips. "How do you like it?"
"Well, mostly? I just really like being fucked," Rodney said, trademark blunt. "I just thought you might have a preference," he added, grinning at him. Just a little smug.
John licked his lip again, then ran his hand down Rodney's side to his hip. "Turn over," he rasped.
Rodney flashed one more slow, crooked grin at John before he rolled over onto his stomach, legs spreading wide as he lifted his ass up for John. "More like that?" he asked over his shoulder.
John swore harshly. He leaned down and trailed his tongue all the way up Rodney's spine, then bit at his shoulder. He fumbled with the lube; his hands shook, but somehow he managed, somehow, and stroked his fingertips over Rodney's hole. "Want you."
He moaned at John's tongue, murmuring under his breath and pushing back against his fingers when he felt them brushing against his hole. "John... John, come on, damn it, please?"
John bit his shoulder again and pushed a finger inside him. "You just said 'please'," he mumbled. "I shouldn't find that so hot."
"I also said damn it, and I'm adding a hurry the hell up and... oh God, more, more, more," Rodney sighed, head dropping forward when John's finger pushed inside him.
Now that just made John smile. There were little things that Rodney did, sometimes, that made him ridiculously hot, and they didn't make sense, but then, neither did Rodney. Neither did he. They didn't make sense at all. He pushed another finger inside him. "Is that good? Tell me it's good, Rodney."
Rodney groaned, the sound coming from the bottom of the floor or farther. "God, yes it's good--you know it's good," he breathed, pushing back against John's fingers, encouraging him to give him more, to move faster.
And that groan just about did John in. He groaned and pulled his fingers free. "Tell me you want it," he said, "because I need you right the hell now."
"So help me God, Colonel, if you don't fuck me right now, I'm going to walk naked back to Traian and find Canoc," Rodney threatened, although the threat itself was blunted by the way he was trembling, and how fucking desperate he sounded.
"Call me John again. Please." He rolled the condom on and pressed up behind Rodney and started to push slowly, too fucking slowly, inside him. God, he was hot.
"John... John," Rodney murmured, voice slipping down to barely a whisper. Oh god, too slow, way too slow, and if he could gather just that much more of his brain, he'd be hurrying things along, but it just felt way too good. "John please," he moaned.
"Yes." And he pushed in hard, deep, all the way, and draped himself over Rodney's back to kiss his shoulder. "Rodney. You feel so fucking good."
He gasped when John pushed in, body clamping down nice and tight around him, just because it felt good to do it. "John... you have to move. You have to move, please, come on."
John couldn't. He wanted to, desperately, he needed it so bad, but he couldn't move. Rodney was so tight, so hot, so everything. For once, just for now, Rodney was the centre of the universe. Not that John could say it out loud. Ever.
It wasn't a whine. Rodney did not whine. But he did let out a low, desperate kind of sound, right before taking a deep breath and shoving back against John. Because if they didn't start moving soon, Rodney was going to die.
That was all it took to get John to move. If only Rodney had done that sooner. John held him tight and thrust forward, hard, harder than he intended, but there'd be time enough later. Eventually. Sooner or later, he could do this right, he could take his time, he could enjoy everything, but he'd just spent days getting teased very mercilessly by an evil genius and he was going to give them what they wanted.
Rodney let out a stream of 'yeses' said so quickly that they blurred together into one word, fucking John back and moaning so loudly that Ronon was probably down in his quarters holding a pillow over his ears.
John echoed those moans, though he didn't exactly want to be quite so loud, because undoubtedly Rodney would be insufferably smug later, but goddamn, he felt good. Better than he had any right to be, and John was just this side of completely losing control as he fucked Rodney harder, faster. The sounds they made were that side of obscene. That made it all so much hotter.
God, he was good. Not that Rodney'd doubted that--the man was a complete Kirk, and that did come with a certain amount of mattress prowess--but it was nice to finally get some first hand knowledge on the subject. He kept moving with John, moaning and babbling away, encouragement and demand-like-pleas for more mostly. Up until he shifted, more or less on a dime, and started begging and demanding that John touch him, moaning that he needed to come.
So John only waited a few brief moments before he finally reached down to touch Rodney's cock, groaning softly as he did. He sucked and bit at Rodney's shoulder, wanting to leave a mark. He needed to leave something behind. Something that nobody else could see, but he'd know it was there. He'd always know. And he'd see it again, as soon as he could. "Rodney," he gasped, shoving in hard.
The biting thing that John kept doing was not only good, but a hopeful sign of a possible oral fixation, which Rodney'd be a lot more excited about if he wasn't so distracted by Johnfinally getting his hand down to Rodney's cock. He bucked back against him, then thrust into his hand, then back again, fast and hard and 'yesfuckyes', all before letting out a loud yell and coming over John's hand.
"Ohmygod. Rodney. Rodney." John bit him again, a little harder than he'd intended, and a few moments later, he came, hips jerking forward a few more times. "Rodney." Eyes closed, he rested his cheek against Rodney's back. He felt sweat dripping down his neck.
He was breathing too hard to even register a token complaint about the bite to his shoulder, which was probably for the best. If he complained too much, John might not do it again, and that would be bad. Rodney turned his head to the side and pillowed it against the mattress (God only knew where the actual pillows had gotten to), lips curled up into a distinctly smug smile as he got his breath back.
"Rodney." Another few deep, ragged breaths, and John eased away from him, discarded the condom, and then collapsed half on top of him. "Hey."
He wriggled until he was able to turn enough to see John's face, hand coming up absently to play with his hair. "Interesting. And I thought your hair looked post-coital at the best of times."
"Oh, screw you," John said with a laugh.
"I refuse to make the obvious joke, regardless of the fact that we will be doing that again soon."
"We will, huh? You've decided that?"
"Oh, please, like you haven't," Rodney scoffed.
John grinned, then wriggled them both around so that he could kiss Rodney properly. "Of course I have. I can't have you straying over to Canoc and his pretty-boy face."
"Thank God you finally got your head out of your ass," Rodney said, with a very contented sigh. "If I'd had to go one more day of extending that project, I might have killed him. He's just... he's too nice. No one's that nice."
"That's what I've been saying all this time and nobody believes me."
"Of course they believe you," Rodney said, yawning and nuzzling in closer to John. "I had to find some way to get you to admit you were jealous so you'd do something about it."
John pulled back. "What."
"Hmm?" Rodney looked like he was settling in for a nap, trying to tug John closer again.
John shoved at his shoulder. "Did you get everyone to play along so you could get in my pants?"
"You Americans are always so--forgive the phrase--tight-assed about everything," Rodney said, stretching and settling again. "Plus you're military. A direct approach would never have worked. I had to come up with something else."
"Why you manipulative little bitch," John said, very fondly.
"Thank you," Rodney said, flashing John his trademark wide, crooked smile. "I can't take all the credit though. Chuck was instrumental in the planning phases."
"Chuck? Gate technician Chuck? That Chuck?"
"Everyone underestimates Canadians. It's really not wise."
"Apparently not. You're crafty and wily. I should keep my eye on you." John ran his hands down Rodney's back, and squeezed his ass. He intended to keep more than just his eye on Rodney, if he could help it.
"Especially because you were jealous. Right?" Rodney said, pushing back against John's hand and going back to playing with his hair again.
John nipped at Rodney's lower lip. "Yes, Rodney. I was jealous of Canoc. He's prettier than I am--what did you expect?"
"Oh, please. Not that I thought your vanity needed the pampering, but look in a mirror sometime," Rodney snorted. "Besides, part of the reason you were so jealous is that he looks like a knock-off version of you. The Zellers version, something like that," he said through a yawn.
"What? No. Rodney, no. He doesn't--" Aside from being tall. Skinny. With unruly dark hair and green eyes and... "Well, shit."
"Exactly. You're such a narcissist."
"I'm not attracted to him."
"No, it's worse. You're jealous of yourself."
"That doesn't make any sense."
"Oh, so now I have to make perfect sense and be brilliant after amazing sex too? You expect a lot, Colonel."
John grinned, shoved Rodney over onto his back, and draped himself over him again. "Uh huh."
Rodney grinned back at him and wrapped both arms around his neck. "You realise I have to go back to the site tomorrow. And that it's all your fault, right?"
"I'll accept responsibility on that one. And maybe go back and be a smug bastard because I know Canoc doesn't stand a chance."
"Well, just be glad that you finally stopped being stubborn," Rodney said with a smug look of his own. "I was starting to wonder if I was going to have to sleep with him, at the pace you were going."
John was quiet for a really long time, and then he tightened his arm possessively around Rodney's midsection and made a noise not unlike a growl.
"Okay, now that? Is completely sexy. I might have to start flirting with other people if it gets you to make that noise. Maybe Ronon."
Which made John growl again and bite Rodney's shoulder. Hard.
Rodney just laughed and pushed his fingers into John's hair, pulling him down into a kiss. Oh yes. Definitely going to be doing that.
