The Other Man

by boilerbmw

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asb/boilerbmw/otherman.php
Summary: Somtimes it is not just asking the right question but getting the

"Uh.. uh.. oh God, please" Some part of John Sheppard's mind dimly realized that he'd been repeating that same phrase for the last half hour. But his higher brain functions seem to have shut down and really those words pretty much said it all. He was stretched to the point of discomfort but the fullness was so damn good. The hardness pressed inside his body was thrusting so rhythmically, so forcefully. It was hitting something inside of him that forced cry after cry out of his dry throat. He was trying to grind his erection into the bed but the hands on his hips were holding him still. Finally one hand grasped him and began to stroke him. Harder and faster and all the while the man behind him was pumping steadily into his body. He was losing it, feeling the orgasm approaching, unable to control anything..not even his own body. He vaguely heard a voice screaming before he heard nothing at all. His last almost thought was "Well, I guess this answers the question of if I'd like sex with a man."

John came to with a start in time to feel rough hands fondling his ass and hips. "Damn, Shep..that was the hottest screw I've ever had. Nothing like a first timer! Guess that answers that..you are definitely queer. Man I've never had a virgin enjoy bottoming quite so much. Lucky me ..my own personal slut!" Then a careless pat on the back and his first male lover returned to being his subordinate and dressed, saluted with a smirk and left. John couldn't even move. He was sore and sticky and feeling physically pretty damn good. He had to admit that all his fantasies paled in comparison to the actual act. There had been little pain and one hell of a lot of pleasure. And most of all he wanted to do it again. Maybe not at this exact moment but soon. Yep, Captain Jameson was right about one thing, John was pretty sure he was gay. He fell asleep without even bothering to clean up, wondering why he felt so physically fulfilled and yet so empty.

The next day John had a self-satisfied smirk on his face all day. He felt energized and relaxed all at once. Even McKay's snide comment about him being pregnant because he was glowing didn't really faze him. In fact he found himself watching Rodney's lips a little too closely. "Oh God, I am a slut," he thought in amusement. He even managed to finish his backlog of reports all so he could be in his quarters by the time Captain Jameson got off duty.

Even John realized that thinking of his new lover by rank and last name was a bit impersonal. But in all honesty he couldn't care less. He wanted that feeling of being filled of being taken. He wanted to try everything and every position. Jameson was willing and certainly able to rid John of his pesky virginity and teach him all he wanted to know. Neither man wanted romance. Just sex. John was a bit surprised that he wasn't more shocked about his own change of orientation. But in reality he'd had these thoughts and desires for years. Finally he wanted to do something about it and he'd found an experienced man to teach him. No messy emotions to get in the way. John liked being gay already. The chimes interrupted his thoughts and he grinned in anticipation as the handsome Captain entered his room. One look and they were both stripping almost frantically.

Hours later, John felt his sweaty legs slipped from Jameson's shoulders and he groaned as kinks and cramps made themselves known. That had been different. But really damn hot. He'd never masturbated in front of anyone before and found the heated look in the other man's eyes to be a total turn on. He'd enjoyed putting on a bit of a show, although his moans and groans had not been faked. Once again the thickness pounding into him was welcome and filling and really, really good. Right after his own orgasm, Captain Jameson, pulled from Johns body and smacked him on the ass. "You're a natural, Major. Love riding you, pounding into you. Man you're lucky that the rooms are soundproof..you make more noise than a woman!" And with a quick grin, he dressed and was gone. Leaving John wondering what it would be like to kiss another man. To be kissed and cuddled..he abruptly shied away from that thought. After all he was with a man to avoid emotional scenes. He spent the next day trying to forget that he'd fallen asleep thinking once more of Rodney's crooked smile.

So the next days and weeks went. John was pleased to see that Jameson was enough of a professional to be completely respectful during the day. At night though he treated John's body as his own personal playground. And if it started grating on John's nerves to be called a slut and a living sex toy..well it wasn't enough to stop him from accepting the incredible pleasure. And if he started feeling empty and sad after the sex rather than relaxed and pleased, well, he really didn't know what to do about that. They'd never even kissed and really John didn't feel any particular emotional attachment to the man. Just an addiction to the sexual pleasure. What disturbed him the most was that he'd almost called out Rodney's name last night. He'd drawn blood, biting his lips to keep quiet. Maybe that's what was making him consider stopping the whole..whatever the hell it was. Not an affair, certainly not a relationship.

"Damn, I have a headache. Better go to the mess and grab some food. This ends tonight." John hoped it would be that easy. He saw Rodney eating by himself, reading some kind of technical journal. His headache eased and he happily joined his friend. He found himself blushing under Rodney's sharp gaze. Damn, he always felt like Rodney could see inside of him..that he knew every puerile thought going through John's mind. And lately that would be a bad thing. John certainly did not want Rodney to know that he pictured Rodney's face when he came. That on the few times he actually had to masturbate, he pictured Rodney stripping for him, touching him, calling him John rather than Shep.

John started back from his thoughts, realizing Rodney had been talking. "I said, are you quite all right, Major?" Rodney's voice was the right and normal blend of impatience and irritation but his eyes were truly concerned. What ever John might have said was stopped by the appearance of Major Jameson. The look in his eyes told John that he might not have been as discrete with Rodney's name as he'd thought.

"Major, Dr. McKay." He greeted them coolly. "I'll be a bit late for our discussion, Major..ran into a few problems on the last mission and I need to write a few reports."

John bristled at the possessive tone and answered without pausing to think. "Not necessary, Captain. I think we've discussed everything we need to."

He was actually surprised at the furious glare he received. "Oh, I don't think we're done at all, SHEP. Not by a long shot. I'll be by later. Be there!" Without waiting for a response he turned and stalked away leaving John with a wide-eyed Rodney. Damn.

John found himself in the unusual position of no knowing what to do. Fortunately, Rodney had no such problem. He scooped up their food and walked toward the door, looking over his shoulder with a 'what are you waiting for' look. John followed, not sure if he was relieved or alarmed. They ended up in Rodney's room and John found himself telling Rodney everything. Well maybe he stopped short of the whole calling out Rodney's name thing but certainly everything else. He stopped and forced himself to look at Rodney.

"So let me get this straight, ah pardon the expression." Rodney stopped long enough to grin at John's pained grimace and eye roll. " You thought you might be gay and chose someone who could experiment with you in order to find out. You have decided that you are indeed gay and enjoy the sex but don't like the way you feel once the encounters are through. Is that about it?" At John's hesitant nod, Rodney continued, "I have to say Major that I'm a bit disappointed."

John couldn't hide the surprise or hurt. He had come to terms with his sexuality so easily that he'd never considered that anyone else..especially Rodney..would look down on him. His expression must have alerted Rodney because he just laughed.

"Not that you've decided on a change in orientation..just that I wasn't your choice of teachers. He ah he didn't hurt you did he?"

"We never even kissed," blurted John. His eyes widened as the rest of Rodney's words became clear. Then he couldn't think of anything as Rodney leaned towards him. Hoping his eyes answered the question as well as Rodney's eyes asked it, he leaned in as well.

Their lips met in a tentative first kiss. John had just enough time to revel in the softness of Rodney's lips and the contrasting scratchiness of his stubbled cheeks. Just enough time to see what his encounters had been missing. Then Rodney was pulling back and flushing a bit. He smiled as John touched his lips almost reverently.

" Is that what you've been wanting John? Maybe you should just tell Paul. Tell him you need the intimacy as well as the physical release."

"Paul? Oh Captain Jameson. Ah no, not so much. I can't imagine being intimate with him." But John realized that was what he'd been missing. Sex for the sake of sex could only work for so long. It had not occurred to him that he could have both great gay sex and intimacy.

The thoughts must have played out on his face for Rodney had his irritated look again, "What did the idiot tell you? Guys only have sex for physical release. No emotional entanglements? Major, almost everyone wants and can have both. They are not mutually exclusive concepts..even for gay men."

"I think of you. When I'm feeling empty ..I think of you. When I'd think of kissing I'd think of you. God, I am a slut..just like he says. I was with him thinking of you. I'm sorry Rodney. Really sorry." When he was able to meet Rodney's eyes he was pleasantly surprised to see affection rather than scorn.

"John, that is not being a slut. That sounds an awful lot like being in love." John couldn't decide which was more shocking the fact that he realized he was in love with Rodney or the fact that the sound of his name coming from those lips had him harder than a nail. Once again he was at a loss on how to proceed.

"DO you love me, John? Is that why you think of my lips? Do you want me to be the one to fill you? If I fill you John it won't just be with my body. I will fill you with love. I want it all, John. I want your body and heart and soul. That may be hokey and old-fashioned but that's how it has to be. Your call." Rodney's voice was low and intense and he moved closer until he was breathing the words into John's ear.

"Yes, God yes, Rodney please." John tried to put the words he wasn't ready to say into the eyes that looked at Rodney and into the fingers that brushed across Rodney face. "Please."

He was relieved that Rodney seemed to speak the same language. He slowly began to remove John's shirt. What was usually a fast pace action became a tormenting game of foreplay. Rodney nibbled on his neck and gently bit the juncture of neck and shoulder. That was followed by a sharper bite then caressing little swipes of the tongue. John found that his shirt was gone only when he felt rough fingertips rubbing his nipples. Then..oh God. Rodney's tongue swiping over the nipples as if they were treats to be relished. John had never even realized that he could want this. He squirmed when the hot wet mouth reached his stomach, then dipped lower. Rodney looked at him and smiled as he unfastened and lowered John's pants.

John found himself holding his breath. Jameson had said that oral sex was off limits unless John wanted to practice blowing him. John didn't.

But Rodney was looking at him as if he was a power bar rolled together with a candy bar. And John couldn't stop the cry as Rodney touched the tip of his tongue to John's penis. Rodney licked the whole erection and followed that by sucking it into his mouth. He was petting and rubbing John's testicles and slipping a finger into John and sucking harder and John felt his completion come upon him without warning. God, Rodney kept sucking and now there was swallowing. John knew the sounds coming out of his mouth were loud and nonsensical but he'd never felt anything like that before.

Then, he heard Rodney. "So beautiful, so responsive. God, John, love you. Love making love to you. Love seeing you come. Want to do it again and again. Love you..so much. So beautiful. So hot!" The words were unexpected and shot through John like an arrow. He felt tears well up behind his eyes. God, how had he ever thought that it was good with Jameson? This was making love. The affection and love was in every touch, every look and every word. This was what had been missing.

Suddenly it was easy to say. "I love you too, Rodney. I do. Want to be with you. Want you inside of me..in every way. Please, Rodney."

And Rodney hurriedly undressed and began to prepare John. One slippery finger then two and soon John was writhing in ecstasy. Rodney knew exactly where to stroke him and how hard to press. Soon, John felt the tip of Rodney's erection against the entrance to his body. It had never been easier to let someone in. Into his body and into his heart. He bore down as he had learned and then let Rodney take over. No lesson had ever been more pleasurable or more eagerly learned. Rodney pumped in and out of his body then paused and kissed John senseless. Little rolls of his hips were interrupted by deep, hard thrusts. More kissing. Then it started over again. Rodney stopped once and told John a joke about an astrophysicist and a mime that had John laughing so hard he cried. Then Rodney started thrusting in earnest. Hands gripped John's hips and Rodney angled directly for the prostate. John didn't even have time to reach for his leaking erection. He came without a single touch. Then he felt Rodney's release deep within and realized they hadn't used a condom. And that made his so happy he couldn't help laughing. And he was coming and laughing and crying.

And apparently, passing out. John only realized that he'd passed out from the pleasure when he came to. He also discovered that he'd been cleaned off and covered up snugly. He frowned when he saw that he was alone but quickly saw the note explaining that Rodney had gone on an errand and would be back soon. There was even a glass of water and an apple on the table beside the note. John couldn't believe the difference between this experience and his time with Jameson. That reminder had him frowning again. He'd have to handle that right away. He certainly didn't want Rodney put in the middle or God forbid hurt. He vowed that he would protect Rodney.

Just then the door opened and Rodney entered whistling cheerfully. He immediately removed his clothes and jumped under the covers with John. He pressed their lips together and kissed John until he was breathless. The look of love on his face as he lightly touched John's face was both tender and intense.

"What the hell happened to your hand, Rodney?" asked John suspiciously, noticing the white bandages covering Rodney's right hand.

"Oh just taking care of some old business," said Rodney dismissively. "And since I know you were in here planning on how to protect me from Paul, let me just reassure you that it will not be necessary. He understands that you do not belong to him and therefore he will keep all future conversations strictly professional." Rodney smiled an altogether predatory grim. Really more a baring of teeth. John felt a not unpleasant shiver run through him and a definite firming of his erection.

"I love you John and you'll have to get used to me taking care of you. Don't worry though; I get into plenty of trouble from which I'll certainly need rescuing. Equal opportunity love!"

"That sounds good Rodney, really good. Let's start now!" And John rolled Rodney underneath him and began to explore his new lover. What he lacked in experience he made up for in enthusiasm. And when John fell asleep he wasn't alone and sticky and empty. He was wrapped tightly in the arms of someone who loved him. That made all the difference in the world.