The Magic Word

by Elfkin

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/ase/elfkin/magicword.php
Summary: Hey, a magic word, sex... you get the point

"You know, we have to stop meeting like this." John's predatory grin seemed almost antithetical to the light turn of phrase as he pushed McKay deeper into the barn.

"You think? Gee, let's see. We're gonna be making out, in a barn, on a planet millions of light years from the planet we were born on. Sooo... "

"McKay..." John grabbed the scientist by the face and drew him in.

"Yeah?" Rodney quivered at the intensity, the proximity, the very smell of the Major.

"Shut up." John snapped gently and then took McKay's mouth in a searing kiss that left the other man breathless.

"Right..." Rodney gasped after he was able to speak again. And it was a while longer before Rodney could manage to make anything more than unidentifiable grunts and moans of pleasure. John applied himself to keeping the scientist too preoccupied to say anything coherent even as he divested Rodney of his jacket and shirt.

John quickly pushed Rodney further backwards and into a row of stacked hay bales at the rear of the barn. Ignoring the his lover's startled grunt, he nudged his knee in between the scientist's legs and arched Rodney back over the row of bales. But Rodney pushed back, even as John surged forward and gently nibbled a nipple sliding a hand into the front of Rodney's pants. "John!" Rodney squeaked. "I uhm... I have sciatica and an allergy to hay."

That froze the Major where he was and John looked hard at Rodney with an incredulistic frown. "For cryin' out loud, McKay! Who gives a shit!"

"Well, excuse me! But I'd like to be able to walk out of here afterwards...under my own power...without my eyes being swollen shut!"

"Look, McKay," John sighed, frustrated. "You wanna go back to the puddle jumper, or you wanna get off?" John still had his hand down the front of the scientist's pants and the instant surge of flesh there answered for him. But John wanted to hear it from the man himself. So he waited, giving the trapped flesh at his fingertips a slow, strong stroke.

Rodney rewarded him with a gasp as his knees nearly gave, causing John to have to shift to support some of the scientist's considerable weight.

"I..uhm..uh... I wanna. I...uh...want you to..." Rodney hated having to talk while trying to get laid. It was the one time when his mind never seemed to want to engage for verbalization. Besides that, poetic sexual metaphor at the height of arousal was not his strong suit. The tendency to stutter ruined any beneficial effects.

John snickered. "You can't even say it, can you?" He withdrew his hand and let his weight off Rodney.

"Well, no." Rodney felt his face grow hot. He didn't exactly want John to get off of him... He certainly didn't want John to leave off touching him. In fact, he was not really sure why he'd complained about his back or allergies. Reflex perhaps. But talking about wanting sex was near impossible. "Uhm...Dirty talk was never a functional part of my linguistic repertoire."

John snorted in consensus. "Then shut up before you kill the mood, Rodney." He softened the admonition by stroking Rodney's face, pulling him in for another, more gentle kiss.

Screw the hayfever, Rodney thought. He was getting laid off-world. "Yes sir." He wheezed when their lips parted.

John suddenly froze again, just as his lips brushed Rodney's mouth for another taste. He couldn't believe the rush he'd just felt. Suddenly that comfortable heat in his groin was a painfully strong, throbbing insistence.

"What?" Rodney breathlessly asked, worried by John's raised brows and sudden stillness. "What did I do now!"

That snapped John out of his shocked state. And he snickered. "Apparently, I like it when you call me 'sir'."

"I was being sarcastic." Rodney snarled.

"I know that. But apparently my dick doesn't." John couldn't remember ever having found the word arousing coming from anyone else. God knew that Aidan called him that all the time. And not a single twitch down below. But he'd never heard the word come from McKay before. "This time, I want you to say it like you mean it." He whispered and buried his face in Rodney's neck, tasting and nuzzling as he went.

"What!" Rodney didn't know whether to laugh at the preposterous suggestion or to melt right there from the sensations taking him over. He marveled at how John could be so mind-numbingly infuriating and yet totally intoxicating, all in the same moment.

"So you don't do dirty talk, Rodney. Big deal." He started to unbuckle Rodney's pants. "I guarantee, you call me 'sir' like you mean it and it will have much the same effect." And then he pulled away from Rodney to meet his eye and ply him with a leer.

Rodney was immune this once. "Tough, Major. I'm not calling you that."

"Oh no?" John's brow raised again. A slow, impish smile crept over his face at the percieved challenge. "We'll see." And with that he hooked his thumbs in the belt loops of McKay's open pants, yanked them down off Rodney's hips and dropped to his knees between his lover's spread legs.

"God, John!" Rodney gasped as John slid his fingers up the legs of the scientist's boxers... teasing the crease of his thighs with calloused thumbs. Rodney begged. And suddenly John's face was against the fabric and hard flesh in front of him and he was breathing hot, moist air against it, scathing his teeth along the length.

The resultant gasp and cry from above filled John with possessive hunger. "Say the magic word, Rodney."

"Please?" Rodney knew that was not it, but his lust soaked mind still held onto a scrap of will. He was not going to cave on this issue. Some of the control here should belong to him.

"Nope, the new magic word." John huffed and then slid his hands around back to squeeze the naked, round flesh pressed against the hay bales. He saw no reason in rushing. He could get to everything he wanted under Rodney's boxers. He would draw this out until his lover was screaming 'Sir'.

"No!"

"Alright, but this won't end until you do." John pulled Rodney's cheeks apart squeezing even firmer, and returned to nibbling the hard, hot flesh in front through the damp cotton trapping it.

"John!" Rodney's hands went to the Major's shoulders in an attempt to balance himself. He was sure his knees were suddenly no longer connected to his central nervous system.

"You know what I want." John growled against Rodney's clothed erection. The vibration made the scientist whimper.

"You are such a bastard!" The pleasure was intense, but Rodney knew it was not enough to ever bring him to completion. This was a game and John was the better player. He was at a disadvantage because he was less stubborn and much less controlled.

"Yep!" John grinned unrepentantly.

"I'm not doing it." Rodney gasped as John withdrew his hands.

"Okay, then neither am I."

"You have got to be kidding me!" Rodney was not sure if he should be glad the Major had stopped or frustrated to tears that the ache between his legs was being neglected of a sudden.

"Nope." John rocked back off his knees to sit in the strewn hay. He languidly unbuttoned his pants and looking Rodney straight in the eye he pulled out his own tall, ruddy member, and rubbed it lazily. "Tick tock, Doc."

Rodney swallowed thickly. "Alliteration is not sexy on you." He was going to be driven mad by this man and he was not sure at this point if he even cared.

"Then what is?" John asked with a coy tilt of his head. He knew he was winning. He also knew he wanted to get McKay past his own fear and inhibitions so they could really make some fireworks.

"Okay, I lied. Alliteration works for you." Everything worked for the Major. It drove Rodney nuts that no matter what the man did, it was sensual. Anger, laughter, snarkiness, playfulness, it was all sexy on John. "Now finish this!"

"Nope." And John left off touching himself and removed his SGA jacket and shirt, carefully spreading them out beside him. Then he reached up and pulled Rodney by his boxers' waist, down to lay on the spread out clothes. John rolled slowly but purposefully above Rodney, gently rubbing his naked groin against his lover's cotton clad one.

"Please?" Rodney reiterated earnestly, griping John's shoulders and rolling his hips up against the other man to increase the friction, the sensation.

"Nope." John said again and smiled, pulling away. It made Rodney want to cry out in frustration. But the next thing Rodney knew he could feel the rush of a small breeze on his feet, and then his legs. John was stripping him.

"You want this, don't you, McKay?" John asked. He knew the answer was yes, but he wanted to hear the scientist's plea, wanted to take him to the point where the illusion of pride was no longer a wall between them. He wanted to hear the magic word from Rodney, even though he wasn't really expecting to any time soon. "You want it McKay." John repeated. "You want me to spread your legs for you, don't you? Want me to lift your ass in the air, and pull you apart. You want me...my dick, deep inside you. And all I want is for you to say the right word." John leaned in even closer, his hot breath trailing along Rodney's skin as he moved toward his ear.

"Sheppard, Oh god! John!" Mesmerized by the brash litany, Rodney arched into John, taking the opportunity to wrap his legs and arms around the other man's waist, pulling his lover down on top of him, reveling in the weight. And Rodney couldn't help but thrust his hips upwards again and again, feeling the other man's cock rub deliciously against his own.

But John was not beyond his control, though this latest ploy was taxing his resolve. "Not what I wanna hear, Rodney." He teased.

"John, you can't do this! You can't wind me up and not finish this!" The statement was almost a sob.

But John wouldn't listen; instead he pulled his hips up, away. "I know you want me to fuck you. Here's your chance, Rodney. I'm ready to do whatever you want. I want it as much as you do. I want you. You could have it all, Rodney. You know how to get it. You know what to say." And to drive the message home, John started to nip and suck hard at Rodney's chest, at the sensitive brown nipples, all while his hips barely brushed downwards, teasing his erection against his lover's in an attempt to totally unmake him.

John leaned up just long enough to press his mouth onto Rodney's again, working the soft lips so often stretched thin in a grimace of annoyance or stress. He nudged them slowly open then slide his tongue in deep. The kissing quickly became driving and desperate again, each tongue warring with the other. Rodney moaned raggedly - his body undulating with each stab of John's pulsing tongue into his mouth.

Rodney couldn't help writhing deliciously at the sensations. John was touching him everywhere now, not holding back his torturous attentions. The touching was intense but not harsh, no marks being left behind. And the purposefulness of it reached some previously unexperienced level of intimacy. Aching intimacy. As though John were stroking open a door of resolve Rodney meant to keep locked against the other man. Fingers rolled and teased at every sensitive place. A hand slid over Rodney's pale stomach, then down to his balls, cupping and stroking and squeezing them, bringing an unstoppable tide of pleasure sweeping through every molecule. Rodney didn't think himself even able to say what John wanted him to, torn between wanting completion so badly and wanting this painfully beautiful assault of pleasure on all his senses to never stop. He moaned loudly, encouraging John, showing him again through sound what drove Rodney beyond reason. And then one questing hand took hold of his cock and started long, slow, rhythmic strokings that nearly drove Rodney to do exactly what his lover wanted.

"Pleeaaassse!" Rodney hissed fearing the overload of his senses.

"Say it, Rodney." John answered, pumping Rodney's erection slowly.

Rodney couldn't do it. Something within him wouldn't let that last bit of control go. To let go meant being defeated. Being vulnerable to hurt. It meant trusting another person with his dignity...his soul.

"Don't be afraid, McKay." John murmured, slightly squeezing the tip of Rodney's weeping member between his forefinger and thumb. "Let it happen. Just say the word."

Rodney grunted and bucked, his breath coming in short, panting gasps. His heart was exploding, he was sure of it. He couldn't breath for the pressure building inside him, and yet, the pressure built so slow he knew he wouldn't live to see the release.

"Bastard!" Rodney gasped again. His entire body was turning into a roiling super nova, and he was helpless to stop it.

"Come on," John urged, stroking up and down Rodney's body with the other hand. Then he reached under and cupped Rodney's ass again.

"You okay, McKay?" John inquired, not missing the panic he was soliciting in the other man amongst the intense pleasure he could see. It was time. The hand underneath Rodney pulled up, lifting his hips and spreading one cheek wide. And John let go of his burning cock to wriggle a finger against Rodney's entrance, feather light.

"Oh, God!" Rodney swore pathetically, his body starting to shake.

John stopped for a minute, and pulled his hands away, letting the scientists hip down gently. He fumbled in the pocket of his pants for a small tube. Rodney wasn't coherent enough to even realize what the sound of the cap snapping was until his thigh was lifted and the teasing finger squirmed neatly, swiftly and deeply into him.

And he bit his lip rather than cry out.

"Yep," John grunted matter-of-factly. "There it is." And he pressed the finger in very deep, rubbing the interior of Rodney across the place that made him see stars. And this time Rodney couldn't hold in the startled yelp of pleasure. "Found it," John drawled.

Rodney shuddered violently as a second finger joined the first and John grinned in boyish smugness. "I'm pretty good at this, aren't I?"

"John!" Rodney was so hard he figured he could nail boards together with his dick. "Goddamnit!"

"Patience, Rodney. You know what I want." And with that he scooted down and curled in enough to touch the end of his tongue to the small slit in Rodney's tip, pressing in just a bit.

And that did it. Rodney couldn't hold off anymore. The need, the heat, the intimacy, it was all too much and he was feeling torn apart buy it, his barriers broken down by pleasure until he felt like he was going to be consumed in flame and remade into whatever John wanted. Rodney's hips came off the ground and he yelled. "Okay! Please...John! Sir! Please finish it, Please."

"What?" John asked surprised, his own burning dick jumping to the beat of his racing heart at the sound of the magic word.

"Sir!" Rodney gasped. And with that John gave a feral growl and tackled Rodney's mouth.

When the tangled kiss broke John had regained his control again and he realized he had to complete his end of this. And gladly. He wasn't sure Rodney would ever know how close he came to waiting John out, calling the bluff. "That's it Rodney..." John stroked his cheek and adjusted his stance, lifting the other man's eager hips. Rodney was quiet now but his eyes were dancing and bright with need. "It's okay... I've got you... yeah, that's it." It wasn't a harsh entry. Rather it was slow and achingly purposeful, as the entire experience had been. And it was so intense that Rodney almost yelled out for John to hurry up and drive home. He didn't know what to do with himself. He started to rock and groan - his fingers gripping John's shoulders so tight he knew he would leave marks. But John just kept up the torturously slow mounting, inch after inch, until he was finally resting, all the way inside Rodney.

"You okay, Rodney?" Jack gritted out finally, barely holding back.

"I said 'Sir'. Now will you fucking get going already!" Rodney answered, shuddering from the feel his skin stretched around John's hard flesh within him.

"How do you want this? Fast? Slow? Med..."

"John! I am gonna kill you in some slow and miserable and technologically superior fashion next chance I get if you don't get it in gear NOW! SIR!"

And with that, John's impaled member surged violently. Need and lust vibrated within Rodney, building the fire in his balls until he thought he could feel tears pricking at his eyes. "FUCK!"

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And John couldn't hold off either. He rolled Rondey's hips up at a slightly higher angle and yanked back, only to drive in all the way. Rodney squeazed his eyes shut reveling in the sensation, not knowing how or if he could express the relief that John's pounding rhythm within him had finally started. Over and over, John dropped his strength and weight into Rodney, deep and hard and merciless.

"John!..." Rodney warned wildly, diggin his fingers into John's arms scrambling for mental purchase in the swirl of blinding heat and pleasure.

"I've got you," John promised grinding his lips into Rodney's open mouth parodying the thrusting below. John shifted then, grabbing his lover behind each knee pushing Rodney's hips to a higher angle yet. "Hang in there, McKay!" And he plunged even more forcefully into the man under him, feeling his balls tighten with each surge forward.

Rodney moaned and gasped incoherently, clenching his eyes tightly, struggling against the overwhelming sensation churning through his erection...his insides. It crossed his mind for an instant that he was going to be split into a billion tiny pieces in his own personal ode to the Big Bang, and he wouldn't care to survive it. He was simply going to explode!

John himself was groaning a barrage of reassuring phrases as he pounded his body into Rodney's. He was too gone now, caught up in thrusting so deep he wanted to be lost inside the burning flesh trapping his cock. But it wasn't enough and for a few final thrusts he withdrew completely, driving in anew each time. And then he leaned in and latched onto the flesh of Rodney's pectoral muscle, ramming in one last, violent time, letting go as he poured himself out into the other man in a blinding, percussive rapture.

Rodney bucked up in sheer surprise and gratitude at the waves of release claiming him. And for several seconds he was blinded to anything but the sparks of pleasure rampaging through him. "You bastard. You fucking bastard!" He tensed and arched up coming wildly between them, pulsing his warm, salty milk all over their stomachs and chests, gasping at the pain in his shoulder that echoed the ecstatic cataclysm in his groin.

They lay there panting until Rodney couldn't stand the crushing weight of John on top of him any longer. And with some significant nudging and a few choice curses, he finally called loudly in John's ear. "John!"

John's mind finally registered he was being called. "McKay?"

"Get off!." Rodney tried pushing but his limbs were still like water.

"Magic word?" John's chuckle was muffled in Rodney's neck.

"Sir?" Rodney squeaked in desperation.

John almost laughed. Instead he settled for a groan. "Not that magic word,"

"Would you just get the fuck off me!" Rodney gasped. "Please!"

"Ah! There you go. You learn fast, Grasshoppa..." And John rolled off. And Rodney took several deep, wheezing breaths.

"Shit!" John suddenly cried out.

"What?" Rodney managed to look over where his lover was laying.

"I have straw stuck to my ass now."

I suppose I could be compelled to scoot over and make a bit of room on the clothes here."

"Okay, then do it, McKay." The straw was poking him in terrible places, utterly ruining his lovely post coital haze.

But Rodney's face was split by what John could only describe as a truly evil grin.

"What's the magic word, Major?"