No More Folgers

by The Huntress

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/ash/huntress/folgers.php
Summary: The Last Cup Of Coffee In The Pegasus Galaxy Challenge

Even though it was late, Rodney was peeking around every corner on the way to his room, afraid someone would see him. He had the jar firmly in his hands, worried that he was going to get beaten up over it. Ford and a few other marines had already threatened him if he didn't share and even Elizabeth had been growling when she found out. Kavanagh had tried to bribe him with candy bars and Beckett had offered up himself of all things. But Rodney wouldn't budge. It was his, he had brought it from Earth and it wasn't his fault that nobody else brought their own, that they relied on what was packed at the SGC before they had left.

And there was no way he was sharing the last cup of coffee in the Pegasus Galaxy.

He managed to make it to his room in one piece and hurried in, sighing as he stared at the almost empty jar.

"Gonna share?"

Rodney was so startled by the voice that he dropped the jar, hearing a whump as John dove across the floor and caught it. "Maybe," he smiled. "If you give me something."

John sat up, holding the jar as if it were a precious jewel. "And what would that be?"

"Well," Rodney drawled, "if you strip naked for me and masturbate, that might do it."

"You want me to jerk off?" John laughed. "I can do that."

"Now I'm not sharing," Rodney pouted, snatching the jar away, opening it as he prepared to make that final cup of coffee.

John brought himself to his feet. "Aww Rod, what did I do now?"

"You're making fun of me again."

"No I'm not. I would never do that. I love you, remember?"

"What's love got to do with it?"

"Rodney, quoting song lyrics is very tacky."

"Maybe, but that's what Beckett said to me when he begged for it."

"BECKETT?! WHAT THE HELL DID THAT SOB DO?!"

Rodney found it difficult to hide his smile. "Oh, nothing." Pause. "Nothing except offer himself to me."

"For a cup of coffee?"

"No, for the last cup of coffee."

"Ah," John whispered in his ear, "but did he offer to play with his dick while you watched?"

"Well no, but maybe if he had...." Rodney smirked.

"Then I'd have to kill him...slowly, methodically and very painfully."

"Ooh John, I just love it when you get jealous."

"I may have to kill him anyway for even suggesting it."

"Now, now. Behave yourself."

John narrowed his eyes, looking Rodney up and down. "You really want me to behave myself?" He sat on the edge of the bed, taking his boots off. "Then we'd never have any fun." His shirt followed, thrown across the room. "Life would be dull." He opened his pants slowly, buttons undone one by one, finally reaching the last, leaving just enough room so he could run his finger over the tip of his dick. "Like what you see?"

"Yes," Rodney squeaked.

John pushed his pants down even slower, letting them puddle at his ankles before stepping out of them, kicking them aside. His hand strayed into his boxers flap, fondling himself, finally taking pity on poor Rodney (who looked like he was going to have a cardiac arrest) and eased his boxers off, kicking them to Rodney, who caught them and sniffed. Smirking, he lay on the bed, legs spread. "Now let's see what I can do to persuade you to share the coffee." His eyes closed as his hand slid to a nipple, caressing softly. The other hand strayed to the other nipple and he slowly rolled them both between his fingers, feeling them harden. Hands caressing down his abdomen, along his thighs and back up, closing his eyes in pleasure. "Rodney." A soft whisper and John's thumb teased his cockhead, feeling the moisture. Bringing it to his mouth he sucked on it, tasting himself, feeling his dick filling. Breaths deepening, his hand slowly wrapped itself around his hardness, light strokes, teasing himself. He felt the bed dip, opening his eyes, his favorite vision greeting him...naked Rodney McKay. He reached out to pull Rodney down, but Rodney shook his head.

"My turn today."

"Gonna fuck me with your rod...Rod?" John snickered.

Rodney blushed. "NO! It would be wrong to have sex with you just for the sake of having sex. I could never fu...touch you like that."

"You can't even say the word fucking can you? Geez, for someone so erudite, you have a really hard time with sexual terms."

"No I don't."

"Oh yeah? You can't even say 'jerk off' or 'blow job'. You say 'masturbate' and 'oral sex'."

"Nothing wrong with that," Rodney countered with a smug smile.

"Rodney, our first time you asked me and I quote, 'would you perform oral sex on me?' I would have just asked for a blow-job."

"Well excuse me for not being a Neanderthal," Rodney almost growled at him.

"Aww honey, sweetie-pie...."

"Stop that!"

"What? The mushy endearments?"

"Yes."

John shifted onto the floor, standing between Rodney's legs. "Want me to blow you?"

"No."

"Of course you do." John took Rodney's face in his palms. "You just love it when I go down."

"I don't want you touching me."

"Yes you do." John kissed his lips softly and slowly slid down Rodney's body. He stroked up and down the arms, mouth moving to a nipple, gently laving. Rodney moaned and John moved to the other, repeating the motions, Rodney's hand holding his head there. He glanced up for a moment, his heart stopping for a split second.

Rodney's eyes were closed, tongue snaking out, licking his lips. "John...."

"You're beautiful."

Rodney opened his eyes, a stupid grin on his face. "I'm still not sharing the coffee."

John urged him to the middle of the bed, pushing him onto his back. "Ah, but you will Rod...you will." His lips on Rodney's chest again, sucking a nipple, hearing the soft gasp, moving to the other and taking it between his teeth. Hearing Rodney's breaths quicken, hearing his heartbeat increase, he licked his way down, dipping his tongue into the navel, hearing the giggle, finally reaching his dick. He passed it, kissing down Rodney's legs, kissing his toes, which had Rodney giggling again. Back up, tongue almost caressing along the inner thighs, along with a series of nips and bites. Reaching the balls, he took first one then the other into his mouth, feeling them tighten. His eyes met Rodney's, tongue dipping into the slit, tasting the moisture gathered there. Mouth over the head, slowly covering the shaft, taking it in, swallowing the length little by little, the tip eventually reaching the back of his throat. He drew back, teeth grazing and swallowed again. John's head was moving from side to side, his mind lost in a euphoric haze, hands sliding under Rodney's ass, drawing him deeper still. Fingers kneading, one found its way to the tightness and gently pushed its way inside.

Rodney pushed back against it, growing dizzy from the feeling. He moaned as another joined it and screamed when they brushed his sweet spot, pushing John's head harder over his aching dick. He thrust up, thrashing about, nearly blacking out from the feelings he was getting. John drew back once more, shoving his fingers up and that was all it took.

Rodney exploded, thrusting his dick deep inside John's warm, wet mouth. John remained where he was, drinking the sweetness, feeding upon his lover, hearing Rodney's moans, whispers of, "Yes John, oh God, yes, more...." Rodney was again on his way to blacking out, forcing himself to stay focused, but it was becoming difficult. John finally stopped, lifting his head, kneeling over Rodney and taking his mouth forcefully. The taste, coupled with John's tongue, was getting Rodney hard again...he didn't know it was possible to get this hard again so fast after reaching completion. It had never happened like this before.

"John, I want to...."

John gave him a smile. "I want you to."

"Are you sure?"

John rolled over. "Oh yeah. Very sure."

Rodney straddled John's legs, leaning down, almost purring in his ear. "There's something you should know."

"And what would that be, lover?"

"Lover. Now that's an endearment I could get used to."

"Rodney...."

"I've never topped." Rodney paused. "If I do something wrong...."

"You can't do anything wrong. And why haven't you ever topped?"

"Most of the men I've been with, they wanted me on the bottom and I didn't want to say no."

"Why?"

"Because I thought if I said no they wouldn't like me anymore."

"Rod, I'll still love you whether you bottom, top, or whatever. Even if you didn't want to make love anymore, I'd still feel the same way." Pause. "My first lover told me to do what came naturally." Rodney slapped his ass. "OWW! What was that for?"

"Don't ever mention your previous lovers again."

"Or what?" John turned his head, a sly grin on his face. "You going to spank me?"

"Spank you?"

"Ya got any rope?"

"Bondage?!" Rodney's voice went up a few octaves.

"What's the matter Rod, you never got adventurous?"

"Please tell me you're joking."

John's face softened. "Yeah, I am."

"Well, that's good. Because old-fashioned as it sounds, I'm a vanilla kind of guy. No kinky stuff."

"Vanilla, Rodney? Then you wouldn't want to do it in the control room?"

Rodney's dick took immediate notice.

"Maybe with Elizabeth and Aiden watching?"

"John...."

"Oh yeah, you could bend me over the main panel and fuck the hell out of me with an audience." John felt under the pillow, handing the lube to his lover and raised his ass high. "Now show me what you can do." Rodney stared at the tube. "Rod, you have to put some on your fingers."

"I knew that!" Rodney squeezed some out, rubbing it to warm it. Having watched John more then once, he had a general idea of what to do. He was getting ready to spread it on his dick, when he realized he'd have to open John, get him ready. He couldn't very well just enter; he knew very well that would hurt. He slid his finger inside, hearing the soft sigh which told him he was doing things right. He moved it back and forth, growing harder himself.

"Two now," John instructed him.

Rodney complied, adding another, watching them sliding in and out, wondering if it were possible for him to come just from shoving his fingers inside John.

"Rodney, you need to do it now because I am not going to last."

Rodney nodded, slicked himself quickly and surged forward, impaling John to the mattress, moaning at the tight heat that surrounded his dick. "You are not going to sit for a week."

"Only a week?"

Rodney wrapped his arms around John's waist and pulled him up, watching his dick move in and out, taking what he wanted. He hadn't known he was so aggressive, hadn't known what it was like to truly possess someone. Not until now. His vision began to blur and his body slowed down.

"Rodney, stay with me." John's voice broke through and Rodney opened his eyes, meeting John's. "That's it. Stay with me. God your dick is good, so good."

"John...."

"Fuck me hard, make me come, need you soooo bad...."

"Ahhh, yes, so tight John...I can't hold it...."

"Then don't. Let it go, take me, I'm yours."

"Mine...all mine...."

"Touch me, Rodney."

Rodney's hand grasped John's dick, jerking him fast, feeling his own imminent release. "Coming John...ahhh...yesss...." Rodney came hard, giving a silent prayer to whoever had given John to him, wondering not for the first time what he had done to deserve the love John bestowed upon him.

John followed, covering Rodney's hand with his come, finally taking that hand and licking it clean. He whimpered as Rodney slid from him, feeling the kisses on his neck. "Perfect Rodney, absolutely perfect."

"Unfortunately, we have to clean up now," Rodney told him.

John didn't have to look to see the smile on Rodney's face. He knew it was there, as it always was after they made love. "Let's go together." They stood as one, grabbing the nearest tissue to wipe up with and John stole a kiss.

Neither man was paying attention as they reveled in that kiss, bumping into the table, the jar falling to its side, the last of the coffee grounds on the floor.

"No more coffee," John managed to say.

"Who gives a damn," Rodney replied, his tongue filling John's mouth.

"Love ya Rodney."

"I know John."

"And you have to say it," John smiled as he backed Rodney to the bed, the two falling atop it.

"If I must."

"Oh, you must. It's a rule."

"And I couldn't break the rules now, could I."

"No, absolutely not."

Rodney snuggled into John's arms. "Well then, I guess I love you too, John Sheppard."

"You guess?" John began to tickle him. "Guess?"

"Okay! I give!" Rodney managed to catch his breath. "I love you too."

"Much better." John kissed him again. "And tomorrow I wake you up better then any cup of coffee ever could."

"I'll hold you to that John."

Epilogue

"Well I'll be damned," Rodney chuckled as they exited the 'Gate and looked around.

"Yep, me too," John laughed. "Homosexuality is a sin. We'll fry in Hell together."

"No, you moron! Look!"

John stared at the expanse of plants around them. "Yeah? I'm looking. All I see is greenery."

"Are those what I think they are?" Aiden grinned.

"Yes!" Rodney began to leap through the plants. "YESSSSS!!"

"Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition!" Aiden joined him amongst the plants.

"John," Rodney pulled a plant out of the ground, studying it, "it's coffee."

"What?"

"It's coffee sir!" Aiden laughed. "These are coffee plants."

"Really?" John sniffed one. "Doesn't smell like anything."

"You have to process them so you can drink it," Rodney told him. "But it is coffee, java, cup of Joe, caffeine...."

He and Aiden looked at each other, both adding, "Daniel Jackson's elixir of life!"

"I do not understand this obsession with coffee," Teyla said, a bit confused.

"Don't even try," John told her. "It's an Earth thing."

They explored for a few miles around the 'gate, finding no sentient life and John told them that they would return to Atlantis, but send a science team back to harvest some of the plants.

On their walk back, a grin split John's face as he noticed a different patch of plants. He hadn't seen anything like them since college, when he discovered he had a green thumb for a certain type of plant. Making sure his team was ahead of him, he pulled out a plant and stuffed it in his pack before following again.

Now all he had to do was remember that recipe his mother had for her special brownies....

FIN