three beers and a whole lotta lube

If I'm awake...

2008-02-04T03:59:04Z

in 20 minutes, I shall be seriously hacked off. Chicken noodle soup+hot buttered rum+hot apartment+melatonin=a hopefully fast asleep Nelle.

Tomorrow morning I rather desperately need to finish up my French homework and make vague, stabbing motions at a botany paper. And read for biotech.

Also, Jeeves and Wooster are BFF/boyfriends.

Happy Monday!

2007-11-19T15:48:34Z

In order to get myself out of my homicidally bad mood this morning, I'm posting five things that make me happy right now.

1) SGA! The new season is making me *so happy*. I haven't watched Friday's ep yet, so I'm really looking forward to having the chance to watch it tonight. Yay! New SGA!

2) Boy! I got him hooked on Black Books. Next stop: Twitch City and Father Ted *rubs hands manically*

3) The way that the cold drizzle is misting over the top of the trees. It reminds me of Scotland (in a good way *g*).

4) Moonlight. It isn't deep, intelluctual television, but it makes me squee and be happy. Plus, it is one of the slashiest things on TV since The Sentinel.

5) After my genetics exam this morning, I have two classes left until Thanksgiving break. And this icon, which I probably love to an unholy degree for the bad genetics pun.

Oh hell, make it six, since six is my favorite number:

6) Having set up speed dial on Opera so that I remember to play freerice.com daily and do those free clicky things on thehungersite.com.

There, I'm in a better mood now! And smiling!

So, f-list, what is making *you* happy this wonderful, gray, cold and drizzly Monday morning??

(cross posted here because LJ is being slow and fiddly this morning)

Updating

2007-11-08T01:07:39Z

'Cause I'm bored. So bored. Yay, Adolescent development? I should be watching a video in class, but I'm trolling through wank.

I really need to update the icons in this journal! Aaah, the icon snapshot of what I liked 4 years ago.

I have so much love for the jf mood icon options *snugs them*

FIC: Just an Old Fashioned Love Song (SG1, Jack/Daniel)

2007-09-11T22:54:01Z

Title: Just an Old Fashioned Love Song
Author: lovelokest
Length: ~2800 words
A/N 1: Written for xfirefly9x in the Jack/Daniel Ficathon IV with the prompts of off-world and dream(s).
A/N 2: Thanks to fairestcat for brainstorming, the stonking good beta job and the summary. Huge thanks also to bipagan, fairestcat, izzybeth and the rest of the SciFi Friday crew for getting me back into SG1.

Summary: Aliens made them get married. The rest they did on their own.

"Daniel." Jack asked meaningfully.

Daniel winced, bit his lip and looked Jack in the face squarely. "It, uh, appears that they," Daniel pointed to the pretty priestess and the small crowd gathered around SG1, "have been told by their high priestess that we…" he trailed off pointing between himself and Jack.

"We, what?" Jack asked, mirroring Daniel's motions impatiently.

"Are going to be married at sunset." A man hurried over from the priestess to Daniel and whispered into his ear. Daniel sighed and answered rapid-fire back. The man shook his head violently and grabbed Daniel's hand, pulling it towards his own heart as he responded. Daniel choked and stammered back.

There were times that Jack wished he had Daniel's facility for language. If he had to get married, he would rather like to know why. While he was at it, he would also really like to know why the 'gate had failed to translate like it usually did. "Daniel? Would you like to share?"

Daniel scratched the back of his head and looked at the ground, "Their high priestess had a vision last night telling her that four strangers who spoke in a strange tongue would be visiting and two of the four were to be married. She said that she would know who they were when she saw them and that we were going to bring blessings and prosperity upon their tribe with our visit. They don't have any naquadah, but..."

"A little goodwill, allies, blah, blah, blah." Jack finished.

"And the library," Daniel said pointedly, giving Jack a meaningful look over the rim of his glasses.

"And the library." Jack said flippantly.

"Jack." Daniel said, looking imploringly at Jack, "please. If half of what she says is in there is, it could, it could..."

"It could what?" Jack interrupted.

Giving Jack an exasperated look, Daniel replied: "It could help us with the fight against the Goa'uld, in finding who the Gate-builders were, every damn thing we've been looking for the past few years. Even if it isn't there, who knows what we will find."

Jack had to admit, that was a good reason. "And the priestess won't let us into the library unless we get married as a show of…"

"Trust towards her and her people. Yes." Daniel finished emphatically.

Jack shrugged and looked at the group surrounding them, at their faces wearing expressions that were equal parts pleading and determination to do what the priestess desired. With the exception of the priestess' guard, they were also all unarmed. Crap. "Well then, honey, lets get married." He smiled jauntily and held his hand out to Daniel, who took it while giving Jack a dirty look. Behind him he thought he heard what sounded suspiciously like twin muffled laughs from Carter and Teal'c.

He couldn't wait to find a planet where they had to get married.

The priestess stepped forward with a triumphant smile and spoke to her people, who cheered at what she had said and as one bowed low to Jack and Daniel. Stepping in front of Jack and Daniel, she chanted in a low voice and circled them three times before stopping in front of them again, untying the rope that encircled her waist. Clasping one of Jack's hands and one of Daniel's hands, she put them together, palm to palm with the knot of the rope between them. Saying a few more words, she wound the rope around their joined hands down to their wrists and tied it securely there.

Stepping away, she snapped her fingers and an attendant bearing a large glass of wine appeared. She took the glass from him and held it out to Daniel's free hand. Daniel took the glass from her and started to raise it his own mouth only to be stopped by the priestess' hand wrapping around his wrist and pushing the glass to Jack's mouth. The glass was cool against Jack's lips as he took a deep drink, his eyes watering at the strength of it. She took the glass from Daniel's hand and placed it into Jack's. Jack followed her lead and placed the glass against Daniel's lips. Daniel drank as deeply as Jack had, his eyes watering as well. Passing the glass back and forth, they continued to serve each other until the glass was empty. Taking the glass from Jack's suddenly numb fingers, she gave them a brilliant smile and turned away towards the cheering crowd, speaking quickly to them.

"Daniel, what did she say?" Jack asked as he tested the strength of the rope and the knot. Every scrape of their palms together and against the ring of binding rope stirred desire in Jack's belly. Taking a deep breath, he tried to force away the feelings that had been nurturing and growing since he had first met Daniel.

"That we're married." Daniel looked slightly stunned; Jack new exactly how he felt. He hadn't expected the ceremony to be so short or for it to be so easy. Although, if you had to get married, this was definitely the way to do it.

The priestess spoke again and the crowd cheered even louder before hurrying off to various parts of the village.

Jack didn't need Daniel to translate that for him; it was party time.

The time between the ceremony and the reception was as much of a blur for Jack as his wedding to Sara had been. All he remembered between that ceremony and reception was being slapped heartily on the back by his new father-in-law and being escorted with his new wife into a limo for the trip to the banquet hall. He wouldn't even have been sure he'd kissed his new wife and said "I do" in front of the priest, if Sara hadn't insisted on having a videographer at the wedding.

This time the only thing he could be remember clearly later was being led to a small hut to be divested of his shoes and socks. Jack glanced at Daniel and down at their joined hands, "Any chance they're going to untie us?"

Daniel asked the priestess, who shook her head and signaled towards the doorway. Two young men stepped inside, each carrying a large bucket that when they came closer was revealed to contain water. They bowed reverently to the priestess and settled at Jack and Daniel's feet, large sponges poised to wash.

His wedding to Sara had been more of a production, Jack reflected, but at least he hadn't had to have his feet washed.

After their feet were patted dry, they were taken -- still barefoot -- to the largest hut in the village. Inside, they were led to a large dais at the back of the hut piled high with pillows and motioned to sit down. Once they were seated, the rest of the village filed in, each carrying a platter piled high with food.

The priestess spoke again, gestured eloquently with her arms and clapped her hands. The crowd cheered again and started to eat, feeding their neighbors bites of food. Oh great, Jack thought, we probably have to feed each other too. He really didn't know if his libido could handle Daniel feeding him. Well, when in Rome... Surely, there were worse ways to go.

Deliberately, Daniel picked out a ripe, red berry from one of the trays. He contemplated it for a moment before raising it to Jack's mouth. Jack opened his mouth for Daniel and Daniel slipped the berry between his lips. The perfect sweet-tart taste of the berry hit his tongue and he couldn't help the murmur of pleasure that he made. Jack picked up a glass of wine and held it steady on Daniel's lips. Daniel took a sip and then took the glass out of Jack's hand, returning the favor.

Out of the corner of his eye, Jack covertly examined Daniel, taking in the way his breath was quickening and how he was biting his lip. Below him he could see that the mood within the room had changed, the laughing gregariousness of earlier shifting into something more sensual.

Picking up a piece of melon so ripe that its juice was dripping down his wrist, Jack awkwardly raised it to Daniel's parted lips and pushed it inside. Daniel sucked the fruit into his mouth, and then chased the juices along Jack's fingers, licking his way down past the first and second knuckle and back up again, letting his teeth graze lightly as his fluttered shut. Pulling off, he licked his way down Jack's hand, following the trail of juice across his palm and down the sensitive skin of his wrist, sucking gently on the skin there. Jack glanced covertly at Daniel's groin and arched himself into Daniel's mouth when he saw the growing hardness there.

God, he hoped that the growing bulge meant Daniel was as into this as he was.

Later, after the seemingly endless platters of food had been cleaned away and the last drops drained from the accompanying decanters of sweet, strong wine, Jack sat back on the wedding dais, relaxing into the soft cushions. His belly was pleasantly full and his head was buzzing from all the alcohol, relaxation and arousal heavy in his limbs. Judging by the way Daniel slumped next to him with heavy, sated eyes, he clearly felt the same way. Jack couldn't help but notice that that the bulge in his pants had grown considerably larger with each bite and drink Jack fed him.

Jack really liked this planet, even if he secretly suspected that the need for Daniel and him to marry was just an excuse to party. If all of their parties were like this one, he didn't blame them.

When the last of the villagers left, the priestess stood in front of them and talked to Daniel, gesturing to the cloth covered wall to their right. Daniel coughed and took a deep sip of his wine.

Daniel stopped Jack's question with a wave, "In order to have the marriage be legally binding, our, uh, seed has to be released together and mixed."

"Are you sure?" Jack asked incredulously.

"I don't know," Daniel said honestly, "but she won't let us,"

"You," Jack interrupted.

"Me," Daniel clarified, "into the library if we don't."

"How will she know?" Daniel gave him a look. Oh, right. These kinds of places, they somehow always knew. Jack put his head into his hands, "Fine. Let's see this marriage bed."

Daniel relayed this to the priestess who smiled broadly and pulled back a swath of cloth to reveal a hidden entrance. Taking off her shoes, she stood in the doorway, marking symbols on the doorframe, saying a few words quietly under her breath. Motioning for Jack and Daniel to rise and follow her, she disappeared inside.

Taking a deep breath, he stepped through the door. It was an intimate room dimly lit by candles and dominated by a large bed piled high with blankets and pillows. The priestess turned to speak to Daniel and whatever she told him made his ears go bright red and his response stammering. Giving them a wink, she left the room, shutting the door behind her.

Jack and Daniel stared at each other for a long moment in uncomfortable silence, suddenly awkward and unsure with each other, despite the visual evidence of their mutual arousal.

"So, apparently the room is well stocked," Daniel said, breaking the silence and rocking back unsteadily on his heels, the tips of his ears still slightly red.

"That's good, I guess." Jack replied and catalogued the room again, avoiding Daniel's face and the large murals of men and woman in various states of intimacy covering the walls. It didn't give him much to look at. With a snort, Jack had to wonder, if he hadn't been there would the priestess have insisted on marrying Daniel herself? He shied away from the thought, and the surge of jealousy that came along with it. He turned to face Daniel.

Daniel gave a short laugh, "Well, this is awkward." He placed his hand against Jack's cheek, and when Jack didn't back away from the touch, he leaned forward, kissing Jack lightly. Jack groaned at the touch. Daniel seemed to take this as encouragement and deepened the kiss, humming with pleasure into Jack's mouth.

Jack sighed into the kiss and wrapped his arms around Daniel's waist, pulling him closer until they were chest to chest. Jack kissed him harder, loving the way Daniel's lips were so soft in contrast to the rough stubble surrounding them and how licking along the seam of his mouth made Daniel moan into the kiss begging for more. He especially loved how perfectly their cocks met through the maddening barrier of their clothing.

Breaking the kiss, Jack said, "We don't have to do anything tonight." His own voice sounded strange to his ears, rough and low.

Daniel rested his forehead against Jack's before looking up. Jack's own desire reflected in his eyes. "I know. I want to. Do you?"

Jack's breath hitched, God, did he ever want it. "Yeah, I want it. Not quite how I imagined it, though," he said unsteadily.

Daniel nodded, "You thought about us? Together?"

Jack swallowed, "Have you?"

"I can't say that the thought hasn't crossed my mind a time or two." Daniel replied and took a step closer to Jack so that they were chest to chest. "Do you mind?"

Jack didn't bother to reply with words, just leaned in and kissed Daniel with fierce hunger. Daniel returned it with equal fervor and a grind of his hips, shoving his hard cock against Jack's.

Breaking the kiss, Daniel unwound himself from Jack's arms. "This will go much better without clothing, don't you think?" he asked, pulling his shirt over his head and dropping it on the floor. His pants soon followed. Sitting down on the bed, he situated himself in the middle of the bed, stroking his hard cock and watching Jack intently.

Jack stared at Daniel naked on the bed taking in the way his cock jutted out proudly from his body and the way he lazily jerked off. God, if Daniel kept that up Jack wasn't going to last long. After the buildup of their erotically-charged meal, Jack didn't think he'd last long anyway. Quickly undressing, he climbed onto the bed, covering Daniel's body with his own, kissing him hungrily. God, he was so close. So close.

Suddenly, Daniel rolled them over, taking control. Sealing their lips together as hard and frantic as he was grinding their erections together. "So close Jack, so close," he panted out, sloppily kissing his way down Jack's neck.

"Daniel!" Jack cried out and came hot and thick between their bellies, his body stiffening and shuddering, tingling sparks shooting down his arms and legs. Scraping his nails down Daniel's back, he urged Daniel onward to completion, wanting to feel Daniel's come join his own release between them, smell their combined scent.

Daniel jerked, bit Jack's shoulder and came, moaning low and loud. Kissing Jack sloppily, he collapsed onto Jack and slurred into his ear "God that was good," and promptly fell asleep.

Jack yawned, Daniel was heavy and their come was already drying between them, but it was comfortable and warm with the remnants of release still washing through his body. They could clean up in the morning, right?

***

Jack woke with a sticky mess on his belly, the dull throb of a headache pounding behind his eyes and Daniel Jackson pressed up against his back. Daniel's breath was warm and soft against Jack's neck as he murmured something indistinct under and pulled Jack a little closer. Jack lay there still for long moments, holding his breath and trying to remember why he was naked and in a bed with Daniel.

With a rush it all came back to him: their wedding, hands bound together with soft rope and softer words, the look of happiness in the priestess' eyes, and the huge party afterwards -- that explained the headache -- Daniel sucking the ripe melon from between Jack's fingers and finally the priestess showing them into this room and all that had happened here. Jack shut his eyes and relaxed contentedly back into Daniel. His headache would be gone the next time he woke and they could clean up then, for now he was happy to rest, content, in the circle of Daniel's arms.

finis

FIC: The Morning After (RayK/Fraser)

2007-09-11T22:53:16Z

Title: The Morning After
Author: lovelokest
Pairing: RayK/Fraser
Rating: G
Word Count: ~400 words
Notes: Written for the ds_flashfiction First Line Challenge, I was assigned wolf_naked's first lines. Thanks to fairestcat for the speedy beta.

Also, the world might end. I've written two dS fics in as many weeks! *checks the sky for falling debris*

The Morning After

FIC: The Language of Silence (John/Rodney, kink)

2007-09-11T22:52:04Z

Title: The Language of Silence
Author: lovelokest
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Something involving gags!
Length: ~1000 words
Author's notes: Written for svmadelyn's Kink/Cliche Challenge, so this is more than a bit kinky ;). Thanks to fairestcat for the last minute beta!

The transporter doors closed behind them and Rodney let out a surprised cry as John pinned him against the wall, his hands tight around Rodney's wrists. Rodney tried to pull his hands away and let out a low moan when John pushed him back harder against the wall. "John?" he said unsteadily.

Squeezing his wrists tighter, John licked his way up Rodney's throat to his ear. "I want to try something."

Rodney swallowed hard, his mind racing and his dick hardening in his pants. "What -- what do you want to try?" He managed to get out unsteadily.

John bit Rodney's ear sharply, "Do you trust me?"

Closing his eyes, Rodney nodded, relaxing into the wall and letting John take his weight.

John kissed the side of his neck and murmured, "Good, stay there." Rodney opened his mouth to speak and was stopped by a firm finger over his lips, "And don't talk unless I say so." He gave Rodney's wrists one last squeeze and stepped away, letting them go.

Rodney body thrummed with the urge to move, to speak, to open his eyes, something. It was not in his nature to be so still, but for John he would try.

The transporter doors opened and he heard John move away and back again. "Come on Rodney," he said and cupped a hand around the back of Rodney's neck and led him out of the transporter, their shoes and heavy breathing echoing loudly in the quiet hallway.

He heard the swoosh of a door opening and felt and smelled ocean air. They must be on a balcony somewhere. Rodney swallowed hard. He hadn't expected John to remember his fantasy about being fucked on a public balcony.

"Pull your pants down to your knees." John ordered him, voice low and sure.

Rodney scrambled to obey, trying to ignore the way his hands shook as he undid his pants and pushed them down to his knees. His cock hard and throbbing with need, he waited for John's next order, his voice gone.

John gave him a hard kiss, all teeth and force. "Do you know where we are?" He said roughly, voice pitched low.

Rodney shook his head.

"We're two balconies above the control room."

Rodney gasped and bit his tongue to keep from moaning. Jesus, anyone could hear them.

"Can you keep quiet?"

Rodney nodded, his mouth bone dry and fighting the urge to ask John what he was going to do. He said that he wouldn't talk and he wouldn't.

John snorted, "I think that you think you can. I don't. Especially because of how hard I'm going to fuck you. " There was a rustling sound coming from the same direction as his voice. Rodney fought the urge to open his eyes. The rustling stopped.

"Open your mouth." John was suddenly right up against him, breath moist against his ear.

Breathing heavily, Rodney opened his mouth for John, trusting. Something stiff pressed against his tongue -- leather by the taste -- and he could feel John tying it tight behind his head. A gag. Just the thought of it sent shivers down his spine.

His pants and boxers around his knees hobbling him, Rodney stumbled when John turned him roughly around and pushed him face first into the wall. He heard the click of the lube being opened and braced himself, ready to take whatever John was going to give him.

Rodney gave a muffled gasp as three slick fingers entered him, twisting and flexing, his ass stretching and burning to accommodate them.

Just as suddenly the fingers were gone, replaced by the head of John's cock, pressed hard against Rodney's entrance, "If you can't take me like this Rodney, shake your head."

Rodney bit the gag, the leather soft between his teeth, and pushed back against John's cock, desperate to feel him deep inside. He bit back a gasp as he took John all the way in, the burn and stretch of it centering him, focusing him.

John leaned all his weight onto Rodney and paused, the zipper of his pants biting hard into Rodney's ass. Feeling John warm all around him, Rodney made a small, needy noise and clenched his ass around John's cock, desperate for more.

John laughed, low and dirty, ''I told you you couldn't keep quiet." He shoved a hand up Rodney's shirt, pinched a nipple tightly and twisted. His breath was hot and moist on Rodney's neck as he pinched again, this time starting to fuck him with short, hard strokes.

Rodney fought to hold back his moans as John brushed up against his sweet spot again and again. Rodney pushed back into each thrust, urging John on the only way he could. Biting Rodney's shoulder, John thrust hard enough to raise him up onto his toes, the force sending him down deeper to where whatever John did was okay.

"You like that?" John whispered.

Rodney nodded as much as he could with his face mashed hard against the wall. John shoved his free hand down to Rodney's cock and gripped it tight. "Don't come until I tell you."

Rodney made an incoherent noise and tried to shove himself back onto John's cock, god, how he wanted to feel John come inside him.

"Stay still Rodney." John ordered him, voice velvety soft.

Rodney couldn't hold back a whine but he held still, his every muscle trembling.

He kept holding still as John thrust hard into him, setting up a rhythm fast and rough enough that Rodney knew he was going to have trouble sitting down the next day. He couldn't wait.

Teeth latching onto the base of Rodney's neck, John came, gasping and biting hard enough to leave a mark. Leaning heavily on Rodney he twisted a nipple and gave Rodney's cock one hard stroke before whispering in his ear, "Come for me Rodney."

Rodney whimpered and came in hot spurts, pleasure pooling deep in his stomach and arcing up his back and down tingling limbs. His vision whiting out, he slumped forward, only aware of the softening cock in his ass and the strong arm around his stomach holding him up.

Taking Rodney's gag off, John eased him to the balcony floor, pulling Rodney around so that they were face to face. Rodney relaxed into John's warmth and touch and closed his eyes.

finis

FIC: All in a Day's Work (RayK/Fraser)

2007-09-11T22:51:28Z

Title: All in a Day's Work
Author: lovelokest
Prompt: Tan
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~850 words
Notes: Many thanks to beledibabe for the beta!

All in a Day's Work

Also: OMG! I WROTE (AND FINISHED) A DUE SOUTH FIC! For the first time since '03. \o/!

FIC: Fit to be Tied (SGA, Rodney/Teyla)

2007-09-11T22:50:28Z

Title: Fit to be Tied
Author: lovelokest
Recipient: cryptocat
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~1550 words
Prompt used: Explicit content
Warnings: Somewhat kinky with D/s and bondage.
Author's Notes: Pinch hit for sticksandsnark. Thanks to fairestcat for the beta and title. My dear, you rock so hard.

Summary: "Do you want it, Rodney?" Teyla asked, circling around him slowly, thoughtfully.

"Do you want it, Rodney?" Teyla asked, circling around him slowly, thoughtfully.

Kneeling on the hard floor of his room, he swallowed loudly and dipped his head, breath growing faster. "Want what?"

Stopping in front of him, Teyla gripped his chin firmly and tugged it up to look him in the eye. She cocked her head to one side and tapped her fingers against his chin. "I think you know what I'm talking about."

He nodded, mouth suddenly too dry to speak.

"Say it." She ordered firmly, and Rodney made a helpless little sound at the promise held in her voice.

Taking a deep, shuddering breath, he spoke quick and quiet, "Yes please, I want it."

Favoring him with a fond smile, she released his chin and stepped away. "Then strip and lie on the bed."

With shaking fingers, Rodney undressed quickly, lettings his clothing lay where it landed. His hard cock bobbed against his stomach as he walked unsteadily over to the bed, the normally warm air of his room chilly against his hot skin. Lying down on his back, he let his arms fall lax at his side and his eyes slide shut.

Teyla's firm jack of his cock startled him and he jerked, eyes flying open. "Keep your eyes open," she told him, the bed dipping slightly beneath her weight. The side slit of her skirt parted with the movement, just enough for him to see she wasn't wearing anything underneath. She held the pair of leather cuffs she had made for him in one hand and was tracing her fingers along the smooth stitching and the metal buckle with the other. She smiled a little and bit her lip thoughtfully.

Rodney could tell that she was planning something and even as he felt himself start to flush red, his dick twitched. Her plans were good; he couldn't wait to find out what she planned to do with him tonight.

In a rush of movement, she was straddling him, her knees lightly pinning his hands in place. She dragged the metal D rings on the cuffs up his chest to his neck and back down again, letting them rest teasingly against his nipples. Rodney couldn't stop himself from arching up into her touch, his heart beating wildly. He wanted more, wanted her hands on him, wanted her to do whatever she wanted with him -- to him.

Crouching back onto the balls of her feet, she released his palms and moved predatorily up his body, the leather of her skirt dragging against his hard cock. Holding out the cuffs, she waited for him to respond.

He was struggling to keep his eyes open and his hands in place. He nodded, barely able to gather the energy to do so.

"Rodney." He flinched at the flat tone of her voice, she wasn't happy with him. "You know the rules. Talk to me."

Taking a deep, sobbing breath, he spoke as loudly as he could, barely over a whisper, "God, please Teyla. Please."

She cupped his cheek, stroking a finger along his cheekbone in approval. "Please what?" she asked warmly.

"Tie me up, please, tie me up." He begged, not caring how rough and pleading his voice sounded.

Releasing his cheek, she sat back, grinding purposefully against his cock for a long, perfect moment before getting off the bed. The space where she had been sitting felt suddenly, uncomfortably cold. "Hands over your head."

Obeying quickly, he raised his hands over his head and waited for her to put the cuffs on, hoping she wouldn't wait too long. Just the thought of the sweet pressure of the cuffs around his wrists made him whimper helplessly.

She buckled them into place with brisk efficiency and hooked them to the headboard. Even though he knew they would hold him in place securely, he wasn't able to stop himself from giving the cuffs a sharp tug and swallowing hard when they held. This was going to be good.

Rodney watched Teyla as she walked across the room to her gym bag, her hips swaying tantalizingly. He had to bite his lip hard to keep from coming at the site of her bent over her bag, the leather of her skirt pulled tight across her perfect ass.

When she stood and turned, her hands gripping a black cloth bag, the only thing that kept him from coming was the rule that Teyla had to come before he did. She had unlaced the top few eyelets of her shirt and was slowly undoing the rest of the laces, keeping her eyes firmly locked with his. Eventually the last eyelet was unlaced and the material of her shirt parted and came off to temptingly show her full breasts.

He must have closed his eyes, because he jumped, wrists pulling hard against his bonds when she quietly spoke next to his ear. "Close your eyes, and you don't get this." She held up a thick butt-plug.

Rodney nodded jerkily, eyes flicking between the plug and Teyla's hands. Maybe one day, one day maybe she would use her whole hand…her whole hand. His eyes began to drift shut at the thought. He forced them open again and tried to focus...

"I'll, I'll keep my eyes open." He promised weakly.

"Good. I know you can do it." She praised him, setting the plug down on the bed and twisting a nipple roughly.

Rodney moaned at her words and arched into her touch, it felt like fire racing down his nerves, and he wanted more. "Please, please. More, please." He begged, squirming to try and get more of her touch.

"In a minute," she soothed and let go of his nipple, reaching for a band of leather and placing it snugly around his cock and fastening it in place.

His breath quickened at the feel of the leather circling his cock and the plug resting so close. Drawing his knees up, he widened his legs and offered himself to her, hoping that she would fill him soon.

Picking the plug up, she dripped and spread lube over it thickly, "Can you take it like this?"

Rodney nodded frantically, he wanted it, wanted it so bad. Wanted to feel the rough burn and stretch of entry, feel the end of the plug rest against his sweet spot. Feel it brush against his prostate as Teyla fucked herself on him.

Moving up between his legs, she placed the toy against his entrance. Taking a deep breath, he bore down, gasping and panting and shaking at the burn as it filled him. The widest part popped in and Teyla sat back, running her hands up and down his legs soothingly. After achingly perfect moments of burn and stretch, pleasure filtered in, taking its place. Sighing happily, he melted into the bed.

Teyla tapped his leg and he looked down at her, the angle straining his neck. "Watch me."

Rodney trembled as she traced her finger up and down his cock, pulling back his foreskin and working her way slowly around the crown. She pushed his legs flat on the bed and gave his cock one last jerk, ...holding it steady as she sank slowly down onto it, arching her neck as she fully seated herself. Wet heat enclosed him, her skirt whispering against his stomach and thighs. His head hit the pillow with a dull thump.

She set a hard and fast rhythm, her hand snaking up under her skirt to rub against her clit, occasionally brushing up against his cock where they were joined. He itched to touch her, run his hands up her sides and over her breasts, cupping them and brushing his thumbs against her nipples in the way he knew she loved.

Rodney moaned when he rocked his hips and the tip pressed against his prostate, shocking him with short bolts of pleasure as he struggled to keep his eyes open.

Twisting one of her nipples and rubbing her clit, Teyla came long and hard, moaning loudly, her pussy clenching tight around his cock. Giving one last twitch, she slumped down, pupils blown wide with pleasure and sweat trickling down her temples. Sitting up until just the head of his cock was inside her, she stroked his shaft lightly a few times.

"Teyla, please, please let me come." He pleaded with her, pulling hard and desperate against the cuffs.

Placing one wet finger on his lips, she ground down hard against him just for a moment, ordering "Lick your lips."

Rodney licked his lips and whimpered quietly, tasting her and smelling her, more desperate than ever to come. "Please." He begged.

"Hold it." She told him, working quickly at the leather strap wrapped around his cock.

He let out a long sigh of relief as the pressure eased and bit his lip hard, willing himself not to come until she told him to.

"Come for me." She said leaning down and kissing him hard and deep, pushing her tongue wetly into his mouth.

His moans swallowed by her mouth, he came, world whiting and blurring at the edges as he jerked and thrust under her.

Easing off his softening cock, she undid his cuffs with nimble fingers and rubbed his hands and arms. With a soft kiss, she drew him into her arms, resting his head on her shoulder. Twined together, they slept.

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FIC: Fire in My Heart (SGA, Rodney/Teyla)

2007-09-11T22:49:43Z

Title: Fire in My Heart
Your name: lovelokest
Recipient's name: kuwdora
Pairing: Rodney/Teyla
Rating: NC-17
Length: 3,700 words
Warnings: Angst, porn
Prompts used: Angst of any kind/love seeing them build a relationship
Spoilers: The Return, Part 1
Author's Notes: Thanks to fairestcat and bipagan for being sounding boards and reading as it was written, thanks to bipagan and taeli for the beta.

Written for sticksandsnark.

Summary: "I, uh, I just wanted to do this." He kissed her lips lightly, turned, and walked briskly away.

Stunned, Teyla stared after him and touched her lips.

Standing on the balcony, Teyla tucked a strand of her hair behind an ear and ducked her head, smiling in the bright sunlight and breathing in deep, the sharp briny salt water scent strong in the warm air. She heard his boots thud gently on the floor as he walked over to the railing, standing next to her, his hands clenched tight on the railing. "Rodney." She said, turning to him.

Rodney nodded back awkwardly, reaching a hand out towards her and pulling it back, "Teyla."

"You wanted to see me?"

Clearing his throat, Rodney nodded quickly and clenched the railing tighter. "I did."

"And…what did you want to see me about?" She said, turning towards him, arms crossed across her.

With a quick and nervous laugh, Rodney said "Promise you won't punch me?"

Teyla smiled, broad and kind. "I promise, Rodney."

"I, uh, I just wanted to do this." He kissed her lips lightly, turned, and walked briskly away.

Stunned, Teyla stared after him and touched her lips.

***

It wasn't until later that night, after they had received word from Stargate Command during their weekly dial-in that the McKay-Carter Gate Bridge would be ready for testing when the Daedalus arrived in Atlantis and when the sun was setting over the Lantean ocean, that Teyla was able to find Rodney. He was sitting in his darkened lab with his fingers clattering swiftly over the keyboard and his coffee cup empty beside him as he hunched over his laptop. He startled when she touched his shoulder gently, his shoulder muscles tensing beneath her hand. "Rodney."

Shrugging her hand away, he turned towards her, swallowing as her breasts brushed against his arm. "Teyla, I didn't hear you enter. Please don't punch me." He rushed out, his face flushing bright pink as he squeezed his eyes shut and scrunched up his face, his body tensed as if he were expecting to be hit.

Placing her hand on his cheek, she rubbed across his cheek with her thumb slow and rhythmic. "Rodney, I am not going to punch you."

Peeking one eye open, he asked "Really?" in an unbelieving tone.

Leaning forward, Teyla paused bare millimeters away from his lips. "Really." And kissed him lightly, her lips lingering against his for a moment as she broke the kiss and stepped away from him.

"I should call Carson." Rodney pushed her away and reached up to his headset.

Teyla stopped his hand mid-air. "Why should you call Carson?" It didn't make sense to her, she wanted Rodney and he wanted her. Why would he want to call Carson?

"Obviously you hit your head or are under the influence of some alien drug." Rodney tried to tug his wrist from her grasp and she tightened her grip.

"Why?" Teyla let her confusion color her words, this didn't make sense.

Smiling weakly, Rodney said "Because that’s the only way you would want me back."

"You are a good looking man Rodney, you like me and I like you." She said, shocked, "There is nothing but me here."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Can I kiss you again?" Rodney asked hopefully.

Shooting him a seductive look, Teyla moved into his space, wrapping his arm around her and gasping as her erect nipples scraped against the cloth of her shirt as she rubbed against him. "Please, kiss me again."

Licking his lips, Rodney tilted his head and leaned in for another kiss, deeper, longer and wetter this time. He sighed happily into her mouth, hands stroking at her waist, one thumb sneaking up the side of her shirt. She could feel him start to harden against her thigh and she pressed harder, swallowing his needy gasp.

Teyla murmured her approval into his mouth, hands running up the back of his neck to hold his head still, his short hair fine and silky under her fingertips. Threading her tongue into his mouth, she licked her way around his tongue and across the rim of his teeth.

His hands were big and sure as he worked them beneath her shirt and down the back of her pants, one broad finger resting teasingly at the top of her ass crack. "God, you're so hot. I never thought this would happen."

Grinding her thigh hard against his cock, she could feel that it was nearly fully erect and that it was nice and thick. Teyla's mouth watered as she thought about how nice it would be to have that cock in her mouth, wrapping her lips tight around it as she sucked and licked it. The way that Rodney would look, his head tilted back, mouth open and gasping, his hands petting gentle and frantic at her head.

Rodney's hands stuttered across her back as he kissed her again, his tongue trailing along the seam of her mouth, begging entry. "God, I want you."

"How do you want me, Rodney?" She asked softly into his ear, biting at the lobe and tonguing her way up the edge.

"In my bed, anywhere or anyhow you want me." He gripped her ass through her pants and slid one hand teasingly between her legs, rubbing at her crotch through the cloth.

Holding him tight, she whispered in his ear "Would you make love to me?"

Rodney gasped, "Oh god yes. Please, Teyla, please," and snaked a hand between their bodies and up her belly to twist a nipple as Teyla heard the snick of a door closing.

"Is the door locked?" She said, punctuating her words with a grind of her crotch against Rodney's fingers.

Teyla could see Rodney swallow hard, "Yes." He said quietly.

It had been so long since she had been with a man, since before the Athosian home world had been destroyed by the Wraith. For too long it had just been her hand and her remembered and fantasized love encounters. Holding the hair in her hands firmly, she pulled him in for a long kiss and dropped to her knees. Smoothing her hands up his thigh and up to the top button of his zipper, he was as hard and thick as she had hoped.

Undoing the button and zipper, she held Rodney's gaze, curving her lips up into a smile at the look of stunned pleasure on his face as he petted and stroked her head and shoulders. Dipping her hand under the waistband of his boxers, she held him in place and pushed them down to around his knees.

Gripping his cock lightly in one hand and his balls in the other, she leaned forward and breathed on it, enjoying how Rodney did a full body shiver and his hands clasping the edge of the desk spasmodically. "Is this what you want, Rodney?"

Releasing his balls, she traced her finger around the edge of his foreskin, before pulling it down and exposing the smooth, round head of his cock. Letting out a long moan, Rodney jerked his hips in a rough thrust, his cock bumping against her lips. She swiped the tip of her tongue into the slit there and down to the base of his cock and up again, resting her tongue tantalizingly against the head.

"Ple…" he started to say as Teyla opened her mouth and sucked him in, the word ending in a guttural gasp. Listening to him gasp and shake and moan above her, she took him as deep as she could, feeling herself get slicker and she had to resist reaching down and unfasten her own pants, reach down between her legs and rub herself off. She had forgotten how much she liked this and how much it turned her on, feeling someone break apart under her. Judging by how quickly Rodney was breaking apart, it must have been a long time since someone had taken the time to do so.

Her lips brushing against the fingers of her hand still wrapped around Rodney's cock and she hummed before pulling all the way off, raking her eyes up his chest and meeting his blissed out eyes, she grinned and tapped two fingers against her lower lip.

He swallowed hard when she sucked two of her fingers into her mouth, and thrust them in and out, licking along the seam between them and watching his eyes follow her tongue. "Oh god, I'm not going to last long." He said, voice breathless with an unbelieving edge that went straight to her pussy and she had to rub her crotch hard through her clothing, moaning quietly and her eyes rolling back a little.

Biting her lip, she gasped and rubbed harder as she thought about Rodney pushing her back, pulling down her pants and taking her long and hard, make her lose herself and come so hard her vision would white out.

But that was not for now, for now was for Rodney. She sucked on her fingers one last time, making sure they were glistening wet and smiled at him as she lowered her head and took him back into her mouth, determined to make this as good as possible for him.

Sucking lightly on the head, she trailed two wet fingers his cock to behind his balls and let them rest there. Gripping his cock tightly in one hand, she pressed hard against his perineum, and Rodney groaned loudly above her, the head of his cock bumping against the top of her mouth.

Holding his gaze, she slid her fingers back further and rubbed them around his entrance, dipping one finger inside him and twisting it around and thrusting it deeper. His head arched back and his hips jerked as she jacked and sucked him, fucking him shallow and slow with her finger, his loud moans echoing as he his fingers gripped the back of her head lightly.

Moaning herself, she took him deep, feeling the head of his cock bump against the back of her mouth, his pleasure twisting hers higher. She was so wet and she couldn't wait to have Rodney's hands and mouth on her. Twisting her finger, she found his sweet spot and brushed against it lightly once and harder a second time. His thighs trembling as he came into her mouth thick and perfect in her mouth, stuttering out her name and holding her head with reverence.

He gently pulled Teyla's head away and pressed it into his thigh, his hands big and warm on the side of her face and his scratchy thigh hair tickling her nose. "Give me a minute, and, and I'll get you." He said, patting at her head and shoulders randomly.

Rodney slid down to his knees and kissed Teyla deeply, holding her head with gentle hands as his tongue explored her mouth, teasing along the seam of her mouth and inside with maddening slowness. Pushing her onto her back, Rodney lay on top, pressing his thigh firmly against her crotch.

Teyla sighed into Rodney's mouth and wrapped her arms around him as she ground against it, damp cloth dragging against her cunt and clit exquisitely. Back arching and clit pulsing, Teyla slid the sole of her foot up Rodney's leg as he licked and kissed his way up the side of her neck, his stubble scratching teasingly against her jaw. And when he bit down on her ear lobe, she gasped, biting her bottom lip hard and fast, pleasure building deep inside.

Uncurling one of Rodney's hands from her head, she shoved it between their tightly pressed bodies, down to the fastener of her pants. Propping himself up on one elbow, he unfastened her pants with fingers stumbling from quickness and shoved them down to around her thighs.

Leaning down to kiss her lightly, his lips barely touching hers, he teased around her pussy, delicately tracing around her clit and opening, his finger gliding easily. Shuddering and whimpering with frustration, she pressed his hand harder against her, shoving it back and forth hard and quick. "Rodney."

Kissing her again, Rodney rubbed harder and teased a finger inside her, thrusting shallow and slow, Teyla groaned in frustration. There was a time for slow and sweet, but this wasn't it. She needed to feel his fingers pushing deep and firm and twisting inside of her and the pad of his thumb rubbing hard against her clit.

With a quick shove, she rolled Rodney onto his back and leaned over him, her breasts brushing against his chin. Kissing him dirty and hard, she bit his lip and sat back, taking one of his hands and bending down two fingers.

She watched Rodney's eyes growing wide as she guided his hand down to her crotch and down along the crease of her pussy, biting her lip in pleasure as his fingers grazed against her clit and down to her entrance. With deliberate slowness, she sat down, eyes fluttering shut as he filled her and his knuckles rested against her body.

Her world narrowed to the feeling of Rodney beneath her and in her, the sound of his voice murmuring about how she felt, how wet she was and how he couldn't wait to do this in an actual bed.

Arms braced on either side of Rodney's shoulders, she arched her head back and moaned, rolling and grinding hips against Rodney's firmly pressed thumb on her clit and shoving herself desperately down onto his wide fingers, moaning and kissing Rodney wet and messy.

With one last hard shove down onto his fingers, Teyla bit Rodney's shoulder and came, her pussy clenching around Rodney's fingers and her limbs stiffening with short shocks of pleasure running down them. Her clit throbbed pleasantly as Rodney rubbed her lightly, gentling her through the aftershocks, each swipe against her clit sending a shower of sparks down her spine. Gasping loudly and her back arched tight, she shuddered one last time, panting.

Teyla melted into Rodney, resting her forehead on his shoulder, breathing heavily, her body pleasantly sore. Rodney held her tight and absently petted and stroked along her back and body, eyes drifting shut. Teyla felt her eyes getting tired as well, blinking slowly shut and quickly open, trying to stay awake for as long as possible to enjoy the blissed out feeling from her orgasm.

Rodney stretched under her and groaned sharply. "Ow, my back."

Smiling, Teyla languidly rolled off him and pulled her pants up, kissing him softly, their kiss broken by the sharp rap of someone knocking on the door and John's voice drifted through, "Rodney?"

Jumping apart, Rodney tried to straighten his boxers, pants and shirt with quick fingers as he said "Just a minute!" Looking him up and down, Teyla guessed that John would know what they had been doing immediately. There was no way that Rodney could tame his hair and de-wrinkle his clothes in the lab or cover up the bruise blossoming from the bite she had given him on the shoulder.

A short review of Rodney's lab, told Teyla that they had at least managed to not break anything or shuffle too many papers. Teyla smoothed down her shirt and tucked the loose strands from her ponytail behind her ears and nodded to Rodney.

Teyla heard a click and then Rodney said loudly, "It's open."

John entered, looked at Rodney and Teyla and shook his head, smirking. "I was going to tell you to go to bed Rodney, but I think Teyla has already done that. I'm going to bed, you kids have fun." And turned to leave, waving his hand and taking one last look at them before the door shut again.

Teyla and Rodney stared at the door for a moment and then looked at each other and started to laugh, Rodney pulled her in and hugged her close. "Bed?"

"Our own beds." Rodney started to protest, but Teyla cut him off, "If we were to share a bed, I'm afraid that neither of us would get much sleep."

Rodney nodded, "Tomorrow night?"

"Tomorrow." She promised and waited for Rodney to shut down his computer and close the lab for the night.

"Can I walk you back to your room?" He asked.

"I would be honored."

The walk back to their quarters was comfortably silent, Rodney bumping her shoulders as they walked. Stopping in front of her room, there was an awkward moment. They looked at each other and with a shared smile, the moment was broken.

"Goodnight Rodney." Teyla grasped his shoulders and bowed her head, Rodney bowed his and touched his forehead to hers.

"Goodnight Teyla." They kissed one last time and Teyla watched him walk down the hallway to his own quarters. She could wait until tomorrow to share his bed for the night.

***

Packing the last of her things, Teyla stacked them neatly by her door, her heart aching. She had imagined having to leave Atlantis many ways, but this is not one of them. Her people had always held the Ancestors in high regard, revering them and trying to follow their way of life.

Now they were back in Atlantis, and they didn't want her kind or the Earth people in Atlantis.

Stepping into the hallway, she turned and walked the familiar route to Rodney's room, running her hands against the walls and wondering not for the first time what it felt like for people like John and Rodney. She had watched Rodney's reaction to the city change after he had received the gene, before his reaction was one of confused wonder and awe, after, it was still one of confused wonder and awe but with an undercurrent of understanding and love.

Swallowing down hurt and betrayal, she traced around a wall design, stalling. It was a great gift to be able to say goodbye to someone; she hadn't been able to when she lost her mother or father and she had always regretted not being able to. And now she had the chance and she didn't, something broke inside and she realized that she had never really thought that she would be permanently separated from them in ways other than death.

Separation by death was common, this was not.

She took the last few steps to Rodney's door and pausing with her knuckles hovering over the door for a moment before she knocked, trying to compose herself so she would remember the last few moments she would get to spend alone with Rodney.

Rodney answered the door, his spare science uniform folded in his hands. "Teyla?" They stared at each other for a moment, "Oh, I uh, suppose I should let you in." He stepped aside to let her in, the door shutting quickly behind her.

"I came to give you this." She handed him a small lidded clay pot, the lid rattling slightly. "It was my grandmothers."

Rodney took it from her and pressed his lips against her forehead, "Thank you." He set it carefully down next to his stack of folded clothing and reached into his pocket. "I, I want you to have this."

She took the patch from him, tracing the maple leaf pattern and biting her lips to stop from crying. "Thank you, Rodney." She carefully tucked it under her shirt against her heart and taking his hand.

"Well, this sucks." He laughed, the sound strained and forced.

Teyla smiled weakly, "It does indeed "suck" as you put it" And took him in her arms, holding him until she thought she could talk again without crying. Keeping her hold on him hard, Teyla whispered in his ear, fighting to keep her voice level and failing, "I will miss you Rodney McKay."

In an equally shaky voice, Rodney replied, "And I will miss you Teyla Emmagan."

They held each other in comfortable silence for a long moment, soaking in each other's warmth. Teyla memorized the way he felt pressed against her, the way he smelled: slightly sweaty mixing with earth laundry detergent and the sound of his breathing, even and regular.

Teyla felt him stiffen, and his brows furrow in concentration as his radio switched on and a pained expression crossed his face. Tapping the radio on with more force than necessary, he said "I'll be right there." Switching his radio off, he kissed her desperately, "I have to go. Some idiot has forgotten what Ancient tech we can take and what we can't."

"Go, Rodney." She told him, eyes prickling with unshed tears.

"You leave in two hours, right?" He said, burying his face into her neck, chest shaking with the sobs he was keeping in.

"We leave in two hours."

"I'll…I'll see you then." And squeezed her tightly.

Squeezing back, she pulled away, kissing him for a long time before breaking away and resting her forehead to his, not trusting her voice.

Rodney cleared his voice, "I should, I should really go."

"You should go." She said thickly, her throat hurting from holding back tears.

"Goodbye Teyla." He said, eyes bright and expression miserable.

"Goodbye Rodney." She said, and she knew that she looked the same way.

She left, biting her lip to stop from crying until she got to her room. Sliding down the wall, she wrapped her arms around her knees and wept, holding the patch Rodney had given her in her hands and her shoulders shaking.

***

When everyone and everything else was through except for her and Ronon, she turned around one last time to look at Atlantis, the city of her Ancestors and her home and she had to bite her lip to stop the stinging in her eyes from turning to tears again. She watched Elizabeth, Radek, John and all the other Earth people for a long moment before looking at Rodney. Stopping for a long moment on Rodney, she held his gaze and nodded at him.

He nodded back and Teyla watched as John squeezed his shoulder and felt Ronon mirror John's motion and squeeze hers. It would be okay, John would take care of Rodney for her.

Turning to face the even horizon she could feel Rodney's gaze on her. Taking Ronon's hand she stepped into the wormhole, biting the inside of her cheek hard and ignoring the prickle in her eyes.

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FIC: Affirmation (Rodney/Teyla)

2007-09-11T22:49:06Z

Title: Affirmation
Author: lovelokest
Pairing: Rodney/Teyla
Rating: NC-17
Category: PWP
Spoilers: Grace Under Pressure, Submersion
Length: ~1200 words
Author's Notes: Written for the International Fuzzy Bathrobe Challenge at 3daychallenge. Thanks to fairestcat for the beta!

Summary: The chiming of his door pulled Rodney from a restless sleep. Blinking awake, he glanced at the clock next to his bed and heaved himself out of bed as the door chimed again.

The chiming of his door pulled Rodney from a restless sleep. Blinking awake, he glanced at the clock next to his bed and heaved himself out of bed as the door chimed again. Shrugging into his bathrobe, Rodney crossed the room, muttering dark imprecations under his breath as he opened the door, ready to tell whoever was at his door at 2am to go the hell away.

Rodney snapped his mouth shut and stepped aside when he saw Teyla standing in the corridor, looking worn and tired. Stepping aside, he let her in; she hadn't come to his door since the first night after they had reclaimed Atlantis.

As soon as the door shut, Teyla spoke quickly, her hands clasped tightly together, "Do you ever have dreams from when you nearly drowned?"

Rodney nodded and shifted uncomfortably at the memory of his time spent alone in the jumper, so convinced that his team wasn't going to find him in time and that he was going to die. He started to reach out to her but paused, not sure if his touch would be welcome.

"I keep dreaming about the Wraith queen. About spending so many millennia all alone, waiting for someone, anyone to answer her call. She was so alone. Just, so alone." Teyla shivered and wrapped her arms around herself.

Swallowing, Rodney nodded and tried to get moisture into his mouth, remembering what it felt like in the cold dark of the dead 'jumper. He reached for Teyla's shoulder and squeezed gently, still unsure if she would accept his touch, but not knowing what else to do.

She leaned into his touch, moving closer to him and touching his face delicately with her fingers. Tracing his mouth lightly she asked, "Show me I'm not alone tonight?"

Rodney could only nod, kissing her fingertips gently. He smoothed a hand down her back, coming to rest at her waist and pulled her closer to him, her covered breasts brushing against his chest as she pulled his head down and kissed him long and slow, her tongue teasing the edge of his mouth.

He deepened the kiss, groaning quietly as she took control again, his cock parting his robe and hardening against her stomach. They didn't allow themselves this often, the comfort they could find in each other. It had been far too long since they had been together.

Teyla pulled one loose end of the tie and his robe fell open. Pushing it off his shoulders and onto the ground, she ground herself against him.

Groaning at the friction of leather against his cock, he whispered in her ear, "Can I undress you?"

She took his hands and placed them over the knot at the back of her shirt, "Please."

"Turn around." She turned around, but then leaned back against him and trapping his hands. Kissing his way up her neck, he stopped at her ear and bit, gentling the bite with a lick of his tongue. "This will work better if I can use my hands."

Laughing, she reached around him and squeezed his ass before lifting herself away from his chest. He dropped to his knees, placing a kiss to the inch of bare skin between her pants and her shirt, and undid the bow with unsteady hands. Unlacing her shirt, he kissed his way up her spine, loving the feel of silky skin stretched thin over hard muscle.

Rodney stood when he pulled the last lace free of her shirt and pushed it off her. Teyla turned around and Rodney had to drop to his knees again, kissing her stomach and lightly touching her breasts. Running his hands down her sides, he held her there, feeling her pulse strong and alive against his tongue.

Teyla stroked his hair, fingernails scratching his scalp. "Rodney."

"What?" He looked up quizzically.

"Please, finish undressing me." She pleaded.

Nodding and fumbling with the tiny button, he undid her pants as quickly as he could, pulling them down when the zipper was free. Teyla stepped out of them and pulled Rodney up off his knees, kissing him again. "I'm sorry, I don't have a condom," he murmured between kisses.

She reached down and gripped his cock firmly, "There are other things we can do."

Rodney moaned and pushed into her hand. "Plenty of things we can do without a condom."

Letting go of Rodney's cock, Teyla kissed Rodney hard and walked him backwards to the edge of his bed. Pushing him onto his back, she climbed over him, framing his face with her breasts.

Teyla shivered as Rodney thumbed her nipples and rubbed his stubble against her breasts, "Touch me Rodney, please."

Rodney obeyed, giving one breast a final squeeze and moving his hand between her legs, murmuring his approval at how wet and slick she was. Finding her clit, he rubbed firmly, enjoying the way she shuddered around his fingers, her breathy moans above him.

Keeping his thumb on her clit, he pushed one finger into her, slow and shallow, speeding up as she fell apart and begged him for more, shoving her hips up and down frantically. She came as he added a second finger, twitching and convulsing around him, neck arched back, so alive.

Collapsing on him, she kissed him sloppily and reached for his cock, guiding it between her thighs and squeezing. The slick wetness of her pussy brushing against the shaft of his cock on each thrust, her thigh muscles clenching around his cock and slowly driving him crazy. Gripping her ass, he pulled her tight against him, holding her there and feeling her warm and alive on top of him.

Teyla twisted her hips, and Rodney couldn't stop crying out into her mouth at the delicious friction, his eyes rolling back in his head as he felt their connection. God this was good.

He came suddenly, moaning loudly as his orgasm pulsed through him, leaving him limp, Teyla kissing him all the while. Rolling off of him, Teyla spooned beside him, running her hands up and down his body. Rodney knew she was feeling him, reassuring herself that she wasn't alone.

He held her tightly and stroked her back, his hands trailing up and down her body.

She kissed him sleepily and murmured into his mouth "You can come by my room anytime," and fell asleep.

Rodney hugged her closer, blinking away what definitely were not tears and smiled, following her into sleep.

finis

FIC: In Sickness and in Health (John/Rodney)

2007-09-11T22:48:25Z

Title: In Sickness and in Health
Author: lovelokest
Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: NC-17
Category: PWP
Spoilers: Tiny ones for Sunday.
Length: ~1200 words
Author's Note: Written for the sga_flashfic Sickness Challenge. Thanks to fairestcat for the last minute beta and to melagan for inspiration and encouragement.

Summary: It was just typical really, two days into their first real vacation and he got stuck in bed with a sinus infection.

Propped up on a high pile of pillows, Rodney shivered as the hotel's air-conditioner kicked in again. Despite multiple attempts at turning it off and three calls to the front desk, it steadfastly refused to let the room reach a bearable temperature. Rodney rolled over and glared at John from beneath the covers, convulsing violently as he sneezed. It was just typical really, two days into their first real vacation and he got stuck in bed with a sinus infection.

And John…John got to sun himself on the beach and surf in the clear blue ocean, coming into the room smelling of salt and surf, reminiscent of Atlantis but different in some indescribably way. He looked tanned and relaxed, skin burnished golden from the sun and Rodney's mouth watered. He wanted to be out there with him, warmed by the sun. He wanted to watch John's athletic frame crouched on a surfboard, waiting for the perfect moment to stand.

Goddamn fucking sinus infection.

Pulling back the covers, John flopped down on the bed next to Rodney, his long limbs sprawling loosely. He reached over a hand to grab Rodney's, leaning over to give him a quick kiss. "I missed you at the beach today. It wasn't the same without you there,"

Rodney snorted derisively, "Sitting under the umbrella watching you, you mean," and hunkered under the covers more.

"Maybe I like having you watch me," John said wickedly and Rodney had to swallow hard at the thought of watching John and knowing that John wanted him to be watching, knowing that no matter how many people more attractive than him hit on John, he was the one taking him home.

"Wish I didn't have this damned sinus infection," he grumbled, thinking mournfully of the pile of glossy brochures still piled on the desk and about John stepping out of the surf with his hair wet and slicked back, the way his swimming trunks would cling to his thighs and crotch.

John brushed his hand across Rodney's cheek fondly, "Your family always planned every minute of every vacation, didn't they?"

"And you're telling me yours didn't?" There was no way Rodney was leaning into John's hand. No way at all.

"We didn't have many vacations." John said quietly, stroking his thumb across Rodney's cheek and Rodney couldn't help but to lean into his touch. "I learned how to take a vacation from my ex-wife. We used to go to a city and just…explore." John smiled and kissed Rodney lightly, tongue playing at the seam of his mouth. "There are also plenty of things we can do inside."

"Like what? Sneeze on you? Play Parcheesi?" Rodney said, his voice thick with sarcasm.

"More like this," John said and kissed Rodney deep and slow, hands teasing down Rodney's backside and squeezing gently.

"Mmm, that works," Rodney sighed, kissing John back. He pulled back abruptly, knocking John on the nose with his forehead. "Sorry, sorry, I just have to, ah, ah," Rodney jerked back further, just barely getting a hand in front of his mouth before he sneezed.

John reached over Rodney to the bed-stand and grabbed the box of Kleenex there, offering it to him. "Sneeze?"

"Bastard," he said thickly, glaring at John as he blew his nose. Dropping the box over the side of the bed, he leaned in close to John's ear and murmured, "and in a few days? You're going to be just as sick."

"Better take good care of me then," John grinned and pulled Rodney's boxers down, hands stroking over his ass and grinding their cocks together."

"Like you're doing now?" Rodney gasped as John traced a finger down the cleft of his ass and rested it against his entrance.

"Well, not exactly like I'm doing now. I expect more creativity from a," John rolled his finger and pushed in, "genius."

"You'll get it, oh God, you'll get it." Rodney promised, clutching at John's bare back at the feel of dry skin catching on dry skin.

Chuckling quietly John pulled his finger free and pushed Rodney onto his back before ducking under the covers. He kissed his way down Rodney's body, pausing to nip and lick on his nipples and stopping just short of his cock. "I look forward to it." Rodney groaned at the rush of hot, moist air against his cock as John spoke.

"Yes, please, just, just...." He trailed off helplessly as John flicked his tongue against the bundle of nerves on the underside of his cock.

"Please what, Rodney?" John asked as he gently rolled Rodney's balls.

Rodney groaned, "Suck me, please suck me." Rodney's head slammed back into the pillow at the first touch of John's hot, wet mouth, his hands kneading the covers desperately.

Clutching his hands tightly in John's thick hair, Rodney fucked himself up into John's mouth. Sucking, John swirled his tongue around the head of Rodney's cock in time with Rodney's thrusts, Taking Rodney's cock deeper on every thrust. John had one hand firmly wrapped around Rodney's hip and the other randomly brushing against his shin. Over his own moans, Rodney thought he heard the distinctive sound of a hand jerking over a cock hard and fast. When John did something fast and tricky with his tongue, Rodney forgot about that and trembled and shook as John sucked him down deep.

John swallowed and groaned around Rodney's cock, the vibrations driving Rodney ever closer to the edge. "Oh god, oh God." He cried out when John was all the way down, teeth scraping against the base of his cock. John swallowed and twisted his way back up until just the head was resting in his mouth, tongue swirling and licking as one long finger trailed down Rodney's cock and behind his balls.

Groaning at the mental image of John's mouth on his cock, Rodney bucked and came when John firmly pressed his knuckle on the sweet spot behind his balls. John moaned around his mouthful of Rodney's come, swallowing and licking him through the aftershocks, rubbing a soothing hand across his stomach.

"As soon as I get my breath back, I'll get you." Rodney panted out.

Clearing his throat, John muttered against Rodney's thigh, "You don't, uh, need to."

"You jerked yourself off as you sucked me?" Rodney's dick twitched. One day he was going to have to get John to jerk off for him because, Jesus, that image alone was nearly enough to get Rodney hard again.

"Yes." John said ruefully.

Rodney ran his fingers through John's hair, "And came when I did?"

Rodney felt John's hair brush against his sensitive dick as he ducked his head, "Yeah."

"God that's hot. Next time…" Rodney trailed off as John kissed his way back up his body and slicked a tongue inside Rodney's mouth, letting Rodney taste himself on John's mouth.

John pulled back, his lips brushing Rodney's as he talked "Next time what?"

"Next time can I watch you jack off?" Rodney tried to keep the pleading from his voice.

Before he sneezed again, the way John kissed him back, hard and rough, was answer enough.

end

FIC: Tied (John/Rodney, kink)

2007-09-11T22:47:51Z

Title: Tied
Author: lovelokest
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~1200 words
Category: PWP, light D/s, light bondage
Author's Notes: Written for antares04a in the kinkofthemonth stalker challenge
Big thanks to wolfshark for the beta and thanks to bipagan and fairestcat for alpha reading.

Summary: "Open your eyes Rodney - I want you to watch me as I tie you up."

John looked up from the stack of mission reports he had sprawled over his bed as the door to his quarters opened and Rodney stepped in, already talking fast and waving his hands. "You would not believe the incompetence I have to put up with. I leave them alone to go on a mission and not even Zelenka can stop them from trying to re-write the laws of physics and break the city."

"So you're sorry you're late?" John drawled, affectionate exasperation clear in his voice as he moved the mission reports into a neat stack and set them down on the floor.

"What? Oh, yes, sorry, sorry." Rodney sat down at the side of John's bed, removing his shoes and curling around John, kissing his way up John's neck and across his jaw.

John moaned and slipped his hand under Rodney's shirt, stroking the warm skin of his lower back, feeling tight muscles slowly loosen as he fucked Rodney's mouth with his tongue. He pulled back until their lips were just touching, hot breath mingling, "Anything you'd like to do tonight?"

Rodney looked at John hopefully. "I was kind of hoping that you'd, you know, tie me up since I've tied you up the last few times."

John smiled, kissed Rodney hard and said, "Strip for me Rodney," enjoying the way Rodney shivered at his command.

Rodney eagerly got off the bed and stripped and waited for John's next instruction, his clothes lying in a messy heap on the floor, cock hard and begging for John's touch. John scooted to the edge of the bed, lying on his side. "Get the supply box."

Obediently Rodney crossed the room to the closet and bent to get it, his ass round and full. John had to stop himself from crossing the room and dropping to his knees to rim him. Rodney handed the box to John and waited with his hands clasped behind his back.

"Lay down on your back, hands above your head."

The bed dipped as Rodney lay down and raised his hands over his head, crossed at the palms and waited, eyes shining with excitement and want. "You're so good, Rodney, so good. You'll let me do anything I want to you, won't you?" John didn't wait for Rodney to answer, not that he would have, he had figured out early that Rodney got off on the challenge of keeping quiet. John cupped his cheek and kissed Rodney delicately, matching the shallow thrusts of his tongue with his hand ghosting over Rodney's cock. John stopped kissing Rodney to watch the muscles tighten in Rodney's hips as he tried to stop himself from thrusting into John's hand.

John took his hand away and tried to ignore the way Rodney's swallowed grunt of frustration made his dick throb as he stood and opened their supply box. "I'm going to tie your hands and ankles, Rodney, and then you're going to fuck me."

Rodney sucked in a deep breath, making a small, incoherent noise before he could stop himself and squeezed his eyes shut. John smiled, "Open your eyes Rodney - I want you to watch me as I tie you up." Rodney opened his eyes and jerked his head yes.

The rope was soft in his hands, John shivered, he loved the feeling of rope dragging against his skin, pinning him in place. Tonight wasn't about him though, tonight was about Rodney and giving Rodney what he wanted. "Spread your arms and legs, Rodney," Rodney obeyed quickly, shivering and shuddering as John tied his arms and legs to the bed-frame.

John moved the box from Rodney's chest, grabbing the lube and slicking Rodney's cock with it, teasingly slow and hard. John slicked and stretched himself slowly, watching Rodney squirm and struggle against his bindings, fucking himself as hard as he could against his own fingers. He let his head tilt back and a small moan out as he brushed purposefully against his prostate, watching from underneath his lashes as Rodney bit harder on his lip. "I can't wait to feel your dick inside me as I fuck you, Rodney," John slid a hand to the bottom of his dick, squeezing to take the edge off.

He straddled Rodney's hips, pausing with Rodney's cock-head brushing his entrance, "Don't come until I tell you to."

Rodney nodded, his eyes blue-rimmed black as John sank slowly onto his cock and moaned at the pleasure of Rodney filling him. God he loved this, the feeling of Rodney's cock deep inside of him, brushing past his prostate, sending sharp shocks of pleasure through his body. John moaned deeply and reached out to touch Rodney's nipples, rolling them between his fingers, twisting them and watching Rodney arch under his hands, driving his cock further into John.

Clenching his ass, John smiled at Rodney's reaction, the way his eyes rolled back as he bit his lip trying to stop the needy moans falling from his mouth. "You feel so good like this, Rodney, so fucking good. I wish you could fuck me all the time, bend me over the console in the gateroom and fuck me hard."

Rodney whimpered and pulled at his bonds, hands clenched and face sweating as John drove himself down onto his cock and squeezed with his ass. "Come for me."

Hips jerking and eyes closed, Rodney arched and came with a long, quiet moan. Collapsing back into the bed, Rodney opened his eyes and looked John up and down, licking his lips.

John felt himself starting to fall.

"Get up here, John." Rodney told him quietly, gasping as John lifted himself off his dick and crawled up his body. "I'm going to suck you off now, let you fuck my face and come in my mouth. You want that, don't you?"

John whimpered.

"Answer me, is that what you want?"

John nodded, "Yes."

"Fuck my face."

Leaning forward, John fed Rodney his cock slowly, pushing down until he hit the back of Rodney's throat. Rodney swallowed around and John sunk deeper into Rodney's throat until he was all the way in.

When Rodney swallowed again, John felt himself start to come and pulled out until just the tip of his cock was resting in Rodney's mouth. Rodney didn't swallow until John had finished coming, waiting until John had pulled his softening cock from his mouth to let John see the milky white fluid there.

"Jesus, Rodney." John panted out, clumsy hands fumbling with the ties to Rodney's wrists.

"You're not so bad yourself." Swatting Rodney's head, John shimmied down his body and undid his ankles and massaged blood back into his limbs. Rodney's moved quickly he was free, pulling John down on top of him and holding him, hands stroking up and down his back.

John kissed Rodney slowly, shifting off Rodney to his side and tangling their legs together. "G'night," he mumbled sleepily into his mouth.

finis

FIC: Here and Now (John/Rodney)

2007-09-11T22:47:13Z

Story Title: Here and Now
Author: lovelokest
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Written for superpornsunday. Thanks to fairestcat for the quick beta!

John's lips were soft and hot under Rodney's as he licked his way into John's mouth. He could feel the soft hum of urgency burning down his back and pooling at the base of his spine. "Oh God," he said, voice breaking, "I thought you were-- that you--" That you were dead. Gone. Lost in the kind of freak off-world accident that was the hallmark of the Pegasus galaxy.

Strong, warm hands rubbed up and down the bare skin of his back. "I'm here, Rodney, I'm here." John kissed Rodney hard, living and warm and real beneath him. "I'm going to fuck you now, is that what you want?"

"Oh God, yes." Rodney let John pull him down, flip them over, until it was Rodney on his back, John, a heavy weight above him. He shivered at the thought of John fucking him, taking him hard and fast. He wanted-- he needed to feel John in him, to feel him there with him. He pulled John down for a deep, wet kiss, running his hands down John's back to his ass and grinding his cock against John's, the hum of fear fading.

Distantly, Rodney heard the snick of the bottle of lube and widened his legs, groaning into their kiss as John slipped a finger in slowly, teasing past tight muscles. John finger fucked him slow and deep, crooking his finger and touching Rodney's prostate. Rodney twisted and moaned beneath him, trying to get John's finger deeper, harder.

"You're so tight Rodney, always so tight for me."

"Put another fucking finger in me." Rodney demanded and moaned when John slipped a second finger in and continued to fuck him slow and gentle. "Are you trying to kill me? Fuck me already!"

John smiled, "God you're a pushy bottom."

"You have two fingers up my ass, are you complaining?"

Shaking his head, John pulled his fingers out and propped Rodney's legs on his shoulders, rubbing his dick up and down the crease of Rodney's ass and resting teasingly at his entrance. "You want me to fuck you Rodney?"

Rodney gave him his best withering glare, "Did you lose brain cells on our last mission?" Lost, god, so much almost lost on that last mission. He pushed his ass against the broad cockhead resting at his entrance, needing to feel John's cock inside him.

John leaned down to kiss Rodney, swallowing the last of his words and pushing in, slowly sliding all the way in, his balls resting warmly against Rodney's ass. Rodney arched into the feeling, wanting to feel them slap against his ass.

Reaching between them, John gripped Rodney's cock and jacked him roughly, calluses dragging perfectly over his cock, thumb brushing teasing across the tip on every upstroke. "God, fuck me already."

"I have my dick in your ass, you want more than that?" Fuck John for being such a fucking tease.

"Yes! I want more than that. I want to feel you fuck me, feel that you're-- feel you." Feel that you're alive, he didn't say. Alive and not dead in Carson's morgue. John kissed him roughly, pushing all thoughts of what might have been from his mind.

John pulled all the way out and pushed in hard, jolting Rodney up the bed, "Like that?"

"God yes, like that," and lost himself in the feeling of John fucking him hard, angled just right so that the head of his cock brushed over his prostate on every thrust.

Rodney was close, so close, he couldn't hold it anymore and came over John's hand, spattering their stomachs and moaning loudly into John's mouth. John gave one last stuttering thrust and came as well, dropping down onto Rodney as his cock slowly softened and slipped out of Rodney's ass.

It wasn't until John was murmuring in his ear, "Sssh, it's okay. It's okay." That Rodney realized he was shaking and that his hands were scrabbling up and down John's back frantically.

Taking a deep breath, Rodney nodded and kissed John again and slowly he stopped shaking, but it was a long time before he relaxed completely into sleep. In the morning, he woke to bright sunshine streaming through the windows and John sleeping curled around him.

He smiled.

finis

SGA Genderswap snippet

2007-09-11T22:46:39Z

Written in bluebrocade's LJ to wish her happy birthday. SGA, John/Rodney, PG-ish.

Four months in and Rodney still sometimes forgot he was a woman now. His first period had sent him screaming to Carson about the horrible pain in his abdomen and loudly wondering how the hell woman went through this for years at a time without killing anyone.

After a while, he had gotten used to the stares at his chest that went on a little too long, the feeling of their eyes glued to his ass as he walked from the room. But wearing a bra? He hadn't gotten used to that. Hadn't gotten used to the feeling of the underwire pressing into his ribcage or the straps digging into his shoulders.

But standing in front of the mirror in his quarters, looking at himself in the black lacey bra Cadman had ordered for him, he could get used to this.

And judging by John's reaction, John could get used to it too.

FIC: Suck (John/Rodney, kink)

2007-09-11T22:46:03Z

Title: Suck
Author: lovelokest
Rating: NC-17
Category: Kink, D/s, PWP
Length: ~1000 words
Author's notes: Big, huge thanks to fairestcat for the beta and thanks to bipagan and fairestcat for alpha reading.

Summary: Gun!kink. The floor was hard and cold under Rodney's knees. He flexed his hands, testing his bindings, feeling the rough slide of the rope against the bare skin of his back.

The floor was hard and cold under Rodney's knees. He flexed his hands, testing his bindings, feeling the rough slide of the rope against the bare skin of his back.

"You like watching me do this, don't you Rodney?" John looked up, his voice low and quiet; his hands never paused in their motion, even and sure over the barrel of his pistol.

Rodney had to bite his lip to stop himself from getting up and taking the zipper of John's pants down with his teeth, sucking him off right then and there. Instead, he nodded mutely; John would tell him if he could speak.

"I saw you watching me at target practice, saw you licking your lips. You wanted to drop to your knees and blow me right there in front of the marines, didn't you? Show them that you're mine, that I can bend you to my will." He picked up a bottle of cleaning solution and a wire brush.

And oh god yes, Rodney had wanted that. Wanted to drop to his knees and crawl over to John, lick his fingers clean of gunpowder and cordite, let John fuck his mouth into submission.

John put down the cleaning solution and wire brush next to the empty clip on his desk. "Come over here."

Swallowing, Rodney obeyed, kneeing his way awkwardly across the floor and between John's spread legs, his cock bobbing hard against his stomach . John's booted foot wrapped around Rodney's back and pulled him in closer, the rough rubber of his heel dragging harshly across his back and ass down to the floor, holding Rodney's ass cheeks open.

Stroking Rodney's hair, John rubbed the tip of his gun across Rodney's closed lips. "Breathe in, Rodney."

Rodney breathed in and whimpered at the chemical smell of plastic and the acrid scent of gunpowder and cordite.

John tapped Rodney's mouth with the gun, "Open up."

Closing his eyes, Rodney opened his mouth, taking a sharp breath as John fed him the gun, plastic clinking on his teeth and smooth on his tongue.

"Suck it like you'd suck me."

With hollowed cheeks, Rodney traced his tongue around the barrel, dipping inside to find the stronger taste of cordite and gunpowder. John pushed the gun in further until the tip hit the back of his mouth. Relaxing his gag reflex, Rodney swallowed and took the gun deeper, stopping only when the trigger guard hit his chin. Slowly, John worked the gun in and out of Rodney's mouth, fucking him with slow, brutal strokes. Rodney moaned, working his tongue around the barrel, reveling in the taste and feel of it between his lips. He couldn't hold back a small, mewling sound when John took the gun all the way out.

"Ssh, sssh, its okay Rodney." John patted his hair, cupping his cheek and letting Rodney suck on his thumb. "I can't unzip myself and hold the gun at the same time."

With his eyes closed, every sound was magnified, the harsh rasp of John's zipper made Rodney groan. He licked his lips. The gun had been good, but swallowing John's cock into his throat was always better.

John pressed the head of his cock against Rodney's spit-slick lips. "Lick."

Rodney flicked his tongue out licking around the head of John's cock. The taste of John's pre-come mixing with the taste of cordite and gunpowder was intoxicating and he pressed forward, eager for more.

Gripping the back of Rodney's head, John pushed his cock into Rodney's open mouth, back and back until he was all the way in. He stopped there for one eternal moment, the only motion the light rubbing of his thumb against the edge of Rodney's mouth. And then he began to move, the same slow rhythm he'd used with the gun, pushing in deep and then pulling nearly all the way out. Held between the hand on his head and the boot against his ass, all Rodney could do was take it, let John take him, over and over again. He lost himself in the feel of it: John's cock deep in his throat, his zipper scraping rough against his cheeks with every thrust. He was close, so close just from this, just from the feel and taste of John in his mouth.

Rodney came back to himself with a gasp as John's hands tightened suddenly in his hair, pulling him off. John brought his other foot up over Rodney's thigh, pressed it just below Rodney's balls. "Rub yourself off on my boot Rodney."

Moaning, Rodney pressed forward, gasping at the feel of cold metal eyelets and smooth shoelaces against his cock. John smiled one of those lazy smiles and slouched back on the bed, jacking himself slowly. "Come for me Rodney."

That was all Rodney needed. Gasping, he spent himself against John's boot, hot sparks shivering down his spine. He wanted to collapse right there, just melt into the floor, but he knew John wasn't done with him yet.

John's voice was rough with desire when he spoke again. "Close your eyes and open your mouth."

Rodney obeyed, holding himself still with his mouth open and eyes closed. He could hear John's hand whipping across his cock, the harsh sound of his breathing shockingly loud in the silent room. With a sudden, loud moan, John came, spurting across Rodney's tongue and face.

Gentle hands stroked through the come on Rodney's cheeks down to his shoulder. "God, you're so good Rodney. So fucking good." And then John's lips were on his, kissing Rodney slowly, tasting himself on Rodney's tongue.

Rodney shuddered as he kissed back, his dick twitching already with renewed interest.

John chuckled into his mouth. "C'mon, let's get to bed so you can fuck me."

Finis

Author's notes 2: Everything I ever learned about guns I learned from Police Explorers in middle school.