It Began In The Mess Hall

by The Huntress

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/ash/huntress/itbegani.php
Summary: John wants Rodney, Rodney doesn't know. Original, huh?

Author's Note: I know nothing about creamer...it's all made up, but it might be true <G>....

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"That looks like...." Rodney just stared at the bowl in the middle of John's tray.

"Yep, it is. The last of the Frosted Flakes. Actually the last of any good cereals. Until the Daedalus returns, all we have left for breakfast are oatmeal, powdered eggs and chipped beef." John turned a pale shade of green as Rodney's face brightened. "You're sick, you know that? And we all know how much you love chipped beef and *all* of my men said you can have their rations."

"I would rather eat Wraith flesh then chipped beef," Teyla said cheerfully as she sat down with oatmeal, otherwise known as 'the mess cement'.

"Thank you for that thought," John sighed, pouring the creamer over his cereal. God he missed milk, but creamer would have to do until the next supply shipment. He glanced over at Rodney, who was reveling in the powdered eggs, wondering what Rodney's cream (*not* the kind the mess served) would taste like on his cereal, then noticed Ronon and Rodney were staring at him. "What?"

"What kind of cream?" Ronon innocently asked. "There are others then this type?"

"Huh?" John blinked at him.

"You said my cream is sweeter," Rodney told him.

John glanced at the table and thought quickly. "Canadian creamer is sweeter then American."

"It certainly is." Rodney handed a container to Ronon. "You might like it better then what you've been using. American creamer sucks." Rodney handed another one to John with a sly smile. "My cream is not only sweeter, but tastier also."

"Thanks," John swallowed hard.

"If you want my cream, you're welcome to it. I have an endless supply in my room," Rodney told him before leaving the mess. "Come by later and I'll give it to you."

John just nodded as Rodney left, staring after him, bewildered as usual; were he and Rodney on the same wavelength? It took him a moment to come back to Earth, actually the moment Stackhouse joined him with a tale of what Major Lorne had done the previous evening to piss off the Athosian's yet again.

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Several hours later John was grimy from working on the mainland. For a change the filth wasn't from putting together yet another still (he, Holling and Radek had already built three, for different types of brew) but from putting up another hut.

Atlantis was now their home...their true home. The Tau'ri and the Athosian's had fought with their lives to defend her and they were *all* staying. New buildings were being erected slowly but surely, to replace the ones destroyed during the battle with the Wraith.

John did manage to get a few laughs out of the day. Major Lorne had a knack for saying the wrong things to the Athosian's and he faced the wrath of Holling when he criticized Holling's latest brew. John watched as Holling chased the marine throughout the village with a machete-like knife, threatening to cut off some sensitive parts of the Major's body. The only reason he didn't interfere was because he knew Holling was just blowing off steam.

Stackhouse suggested that Lorne agree to eat a meal cooked by Marya as punishment and Lorne agreed, not knowing that the young Athosian woman was the worst cook in *any* galaxy. Two hours after that John and Stackhouse dragged a moaning and groaning Lorne to the infirmary, where the two men were subject to a stern lecture from Beckett about hazing the new military people. Lieutenant Caine was *still* seeing Heightmeyer because John and Bates snuck into his room pretending to be Wraith. Their explanation that they were testing him didn't go over well and the Colonel and Sergeant were ordered by Weir to scrub the men's latrine for a week.

And only a fifth of Holling's best swill prevented Carson from reporting *this* incident to Elizabeth.

John headed straight for his shower. He stood under the spray, thinking about the conversation at breakfast. He really needed to go see Rodney and get that cream. And make a pit stop in his office, so cheerfully assigned by Caldwell so John could enjoy the main perk of being a Colonel...paperwork. But at least John could sign a requisition for milk...real milk...and a present for Rodney. 'Rodney....' He sighed as his eyes drifted closed, one hand caressing down his chest, pebbling a nipple (and God his nipples were fucking sensitive!) down across his abdomen, along his hip, taking hold of his dick....

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"How about some of your cream?" John clearly leered.

"Oh, okay, Major. I don't like the stuff myself, not really." Rodney went to his closet and pulled out a box.

John sighed to himself and nodded with a wry smile, taking the proferred box and turning around to leave.

"Of course, I do have other cream if you're interested."

John turned around, the box in his hands falling to the floor with a thud. He froze in his tracks, mouth dropping open.

Rodney McKay was leaning against the wall with his pants open, stroking his dick. "Is this what you wanted, Major?" Rodney wiped his finger over the slit, bringing it to his lips, sucking it. "If you want it, here it is, come and get it."

John seemed to float across the room, dropping to his knees before Rodney, removing Rodney's hand from his dick, fisting it himself. He suckled and laved, teasing with the tip of his tongue. He deep throated, glancing up to see Rodney staring back at him, blue eyes dark...sensuous....

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John came in his fist, eyes still closed, feeling the warm water cascading down his body. He braced his left palm against the wall, holding himself upright as his right hand jerked his dick harder, enjoying what was once again an intense orgasm. His Rodney fantasies were growing bolder.

It had started out with John jerking himself off to visions of Rodney's kisses. That had slowly morphed into visions of Rodney getting naked for him. Then Rodney on his knees sucking John. But today, today it was John sucking Rodney's thick cock, savoring the taste, satisfying a hunger.

"A hunger," John snorted to himself. "Damn, Shep, you've been reading too many romance novels. The next time Kate offers you one, just say NO!" He got dressed and looked through his catalogue one last time, finally deciding on the gift to give Rodney. Oh yeah, this was going to endear him to Rodney forever. Going to his office he signed off on everything then headed to Rodney's quarters.

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"You want it or not?" Rodney teased, standing with the box in his arms. "You have to say it," he sing-songed.

John took the box. "Better then ours, okay?"

"No more slights against Canada or I'm taking back my cream."

"Shutting up Rodney." John snickered. "And you're due up for a flying lesson. First thing in the morning."

"You wake me up before lunch," Rodney fixed John with his sternest glare, "and I will shoot you."

"I'm scared, Rodney." John didn't move. "Quaking in my Nikes here." He stepped forward and Rodney stepped back.

"What?" Rodney asked warily.

His grip on the box faltered as John felt his dick swelling. Now was the time to drop the box, wrap one arm around Rodney's waist, the other behind his neck and dip him, stare into Rodney's eyes and kiss him, steal his breath away.

And that was the same moment that Zelenka decided to call Rodney and request him in the lab. Rodney responded and thought the door open, turning back to John. "Enjoy it. I'm going back to work." He left and unconsciously closed the door behind him, not thinking twice about it.

John stared at the door, felt the box drop from his arms and glanced down at his erection, which was clearly threatening to drill the proverbial hole through his pants. "Oh no you don't," he chastised himself. "Go to your own room. You're still in Rodney's and...." His dick jumped and he smirked. "Shep, you're in Rodney's room." He mentally smacked himself. "Don't you dare." And the devil that resided on John's right shoulder went to war against the angel on his left....

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John heard the door slide open and turned to face Rodney. He didn't quite know how to explain why his pants were open and his dick was hanging out. "I...I...."

Rodney licked his lips, eyes gazing into John's for a moment before slowly, oh-so-slowly, moving his gaze down John's body, stopping at his dick. "You want me to take care of that?"

"How?" John asked.

"I don't know." Rodney untucked his shirt, pulling it over his head. "My hands?" He kicked off his shoes. "My mouth?" He undid his pants and slid them off, along with his boxers. "Or both?" Rodney didn't give John a chance to react, shoving him against the wall and dropping to his knees. He swallowed John whole while the fingers of one hand fondled his balls. The fingers of the other teased John's ass, groping the bare flesh, Rodney's tongue laving the tip of his cock....

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The devil on John's right shoulder won the battle and John whimpered...and nearly came again. He returned to reality before he stroked himself to completion - on his knees in the middle of Rodney's quarters. He muttered a brief prayer of thanks to any deity that was listening that none of their quarters had security cameras, picked up the creamer and quickly fled to his own room.

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John stripped naked before laying down. He flung his left arm over his eyes, but his right hand had a life of it's own, playing with a nipple. The hand made it's way down his abdomen, to his hardened cock. He wrapped his fist around it, jerking slowly, his left arm moving away from his eyes, which remained closed. His left palm rubbed small circles into the tip of his cock, while his right hand's pace increased a bit. John's left hand moved to his balls and he fondled them, before sliding his hand behind, teasing his tight ass. He knew he had a tight ass, he'd fucked himself with his fingers and a dildo...and he'd also been told by more then one bed partner.

And from the first day he'd accidentally seen Rodney naked he wanted Rodney inside him. He wanted Rodney to talk dirty to him...he wanted to ride Rodney in a puddlejumper. He slid two fingers inside himself, not bothering with lube. He hit his prostate, wanting so badly for those fingers to be Rodney's cock. Damn, they could have some fun tomorrow during the flying lesson....

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"Relax, Rodney," John said as he guided Rodney into the jumper, to the pilot's seat. "Sit."

"John, why aren't we in Jumper One?" Rodney reluctantly sat down. "Why are we sitting in Jumper Thirty-Nine which is all the way in the back of the hangar?"

"I had some plans and Jumper One just wouldn't do." John swung around and stood before Rodney, licking his upper lip. "Take off your jacket."

"My jacket?"

"That was an order, Doctor McKay." John unzipped his jacket and tossed it aside.

"Yes sir," Rodney replied, his jacket joining John's.

John kicked off his sneakers, Rodney his shoes. Rodney's hands went to his pants but John stopped him. "I'll do that." He pulled his own pants and briefs off, shucked his shirt and knelt before Rodney. He pulled up Rodney's shirt, placing a kiss to his stomach, lips kissing up to Rodney's nipples, nestled in a patch of light brown hair. With Rodney's help his shirt disappeared and John was free to explore Rodney's chest with his tongue and teeth.

Rodney could do nothing but writhe beneath the touches, moan unintelligble sounds. He thrust his hips forward, needing friction for his cock, still trapped within the confines of his pants.

John moved swiftly, taking Rodney's face in his palms, kissing him deeply, sucking his tongue, making Rodney moan some more. One hand slid behind his neck, fingers threading through Rodney's fine hair, holding their mouths close, while the other rubbed Rodney's crotch, feeling the hardness beneath. "Oh yeah, you are so hard." John squeezed Rodney's cock. "Wanna fuck me, baby? Shove that thick dick up my tight ass?" John had just about gotten Rodney's pants undone....

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Rodney's name was a breathy sigh on John's lips as he came, nearly greying out from this orgasm. If this was what a fantasy was like, how would he ever survive an encounter with the *real* Rodney? And how would the men and women who served under him react if they knew?

His people didn't know John was gay. That he lived on one side of the fence, having tried the other and not enjoyed it. That he harbored lustful fantasies about Doctor Rodney McKay. That he jerked off to those fantasies three or four times a day, sometimes more; his record so far had been six. It wasn't natural for a man nearing forty.

Maybe it was Atlantis. That was one explanation for his ability to have so many orgasms in one day. He'd never managed so many on Earth. Maybe it was the gene. Maybe it was the gene *and* Atlantis.

Or maybe it was just Rodney. Rodney with eyes as blue as the sky on it's clearest day. Rodney with the rapier wit. Rodney, whose nipples tended to harden, those peaks showing through his tight blue shirt....

John felt his dick swelling yet again. And once again he took himself in hand, stroking hard and fast. Rodney was under him, atop him, riding him, sucking him and...."OHGODFUCKRODNEYYESSSS!"

Ten minutes later he was changing his sheets, opting this time to wash them himself. He was bringing sheets to the laundry so often he was getting funny looks from the personnel there. Just what he needed, Corporal Fry or possibly Airman Bender spreading all kinds of stories about him. He just *knew* that the two of them had made mention of his frequent laundry room visits, that his sheets were washed almost daily, that when all other personnel had two or three pair of dirty underwear he had six or seven.

In truth John had only had relations with his hand since arriving on Atlantis. He'd had dinner with more then a few women to keep up his military image, as he had on Earth. He was also aware that one or two had exaggerated things, although he wasn't sure specifically which ones. The rumor mill had become even more volatile since they'd encountered Chaya. Teyla had inadvertently mentioned the moonlight picnic and the stories had grown from there.

As far as everyone was now concerned John Sheppard was the official slut of the Pegasus galaxy.

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"I didn't!"

"You did!"

"Didn't!"

"Did!"

"Uh-uh."

"Uh-huh."

"Welcome to the children's hour," Elizabeth chuckled. "Now tell me, what kind of mischief did you get into on P3S-765?"

"First off, it's name is Kiestra," Rodney told her, "and I think it means 'grunts should not feel up strange women'!"

"I didn't touch her, McKay!" John fired back.

Rodney smirked. "You should have seen him when he...."

"I didn't touch her so SHUT UP!"

"Rodney McKay," Teyla admonished, "I think your teasing has gone far enough!" She turned to Weir. "Colonel Sheppard did no such thing. He spoke with her at length, but nothing more."

"Thank you," John said, slowly calming.

"C'mon Major," Rodney snickered a bit, "can't you take a joke?"

And John's blood pressure went up again. "Goddamit, McKay! It's COLONEL!" John was fuming; the joke had gone far enough. "It was funny at the start, but not anymore."

Rodney swallowed hard, he'd never seen John this angry. He felt Teyla's hand on his back, rubbing it slowly to calm him. After a minute or so he turned to her, nodding in thanks. Ignoring John, he turned his attentions to Elizabeth and gave his post-mission report.

Twenty minutes later he was done and Elizabeth dismissed all four of them. She watched as Teyla stepped into a transport tube, John went left and Rodney right. Elizabeth found that rather odd as her premiere team usually went to the rec room together after each mission to relax. Hearing the breathing behind her, she realized Ronon hadn't left yet. "Something I can do for you, Mister Dex?"

Ronon stood before her, eyes moving up and down her body. "You have perfect breasts, Doctor Weir. I wish to ravish your body and give you pleasure."

Elizabeth just blinked at him, opening her mouth and shutting it quickly. She'd been propositioned in many ways, but no man had ever been so forward. And all of a sudden she wondered if height had anything to do with penis size. That thought shocked her until she realized that she hadn't been laid in over a year...and his eyes were kind of dreamy...and his body was....

"Elizabeth...."

His voice was almost melodic and Elizabeth relaxed...until she felt the warm breath blowing in her ear. Oh no. No. No. No. She wasn't giving in that easily. Even if it *had* been one year, ten months, three weeks and four days since she'd last had sex. Smiling to herself, she turned around, palmed his face and drew his head down, her breath hot on his ear. "I'll tell you when," she whispered, tongued his lobe, made him moan and quickly backed out of the room.

Ronon just stood there staring after her. This was a first for him. No one had ever turned him down...and no one had ever intrigued him. He had never met a *truly* intelligent woman before. Elizabeth Weir made him hard; he wanted her. And Ronon knew she wouldn't be easy. She would be as difficult to catch as he was, but he *would* catch her. As for what would happen after, he had absolutely no idea.

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"I brought you a peace offering." Rodney stood in the doorway of John's quarters with a cake. "Someone at the SGC had the good sense to send a case of Duncan Hines," he smiled. "I made it myself."

"You baked me a cake?" John was fighting his own smile. "Chocolate?"

"German chocolate," Rodney's smile grew bigger.

John did smile, "I have something for you also," and he picked up a large box, placed it on the table and opened it, taking out a smaller, more colorful box from within.

"John, that's a...it's...." Rodney was speechless. "I don't know what to say."

"There's more." John gave him another box and Rodney ripped it open like a child at Christmas. "You can't use a coffee maker without real coffee beans and a grinder." He smirked. "And batteries also."

"John, this is an espresso/cappucino/coffee/tea maker...top of the line...." Rodney was still in awe.

"I know. I looked it up," John was smiling very shyly now, chewing on his lower lip as if he were nervous about something. "You deserved something."

Rodney's smile faded. "Yeah, I blew up five-sixths of a...."

"NO! I don't want to hear about that. Right now it's just two guys hanging out and unpacking some cool stuff. I don't want to discuss Arcturus. Clear?"

"Crystal," Rodney muttered in response.

"Good." John nodded and took the coffee maker out. "You deserve it because you repaired the shield and we didn't drown during the storm. You deserve it for the kids on M7G-677 and we need to speak with Keras about naming that planet." John looked the coffee maker over while Rodney was happily grinding beans. "For the time you let me shove you off a balcony." John studied the instructions. "For shooting Bob. For giving up your life to save others during our 'first' trip to Atlantis...." John threw up his hands in frustration. "Rod-ney, these instructions are in everything *but* English. I can't read Japanese or German."

"French?"

John heard the word and had a brief vision of Rodney's tongue in his mouth. "Oh yeah."

"Then give it to me," Rodney snatched the booklet. "Canadian, remember?"

"Rod, not all Canadians speak French," John pointed out.

"True, but this one does." Rodney got to work setting things up while John unpacked a few more items.

John showed Rodney the DVD's. "Ghandi, Grease and The Sixth Sense. I'm surprised nobody spoiled that ending for you. And how did you miss the second half of it?"

"I had to leave the rec room because a flyboy decided to sit in a chair."

"Oops," John smiled, "sorry."

"You're forgiven." Rodney watched the coffee begin to drip. "And how did you know about the movies?"

John flushed pink. "I, uh, had to look over all the messages that were sent home the first time. Military regulations and the like."

"Normally I'd be pissed," Rodney smirked and watched as the coffee finished dripping. "But not today." He glanced around the room, spotting a new addition. "Uh, Colonel," Rodney paused at the glare he received, "*John*, where did you get the sofa?"

"Caldwell's office."

"You stole it from the Daedalus?" Rodney was laughing.

"No," John grinned as they took mugs of coffee and the cake over. John made a makeshift table out of the box and they sat down. "I gave Novak my Grandma's surefire cure for hiccups and she got me the sofa. And the TV. And a pot plant that will hopefully bloom by Spring." He drank some coffee. "This is heavenly," he sighed. "Rodney, I'm sorry I yelled at you."

"It's okay," Rodney replied softly. "Now, let's eat our cake and let me finally find out the mysterious twisted ending." Two hours (and a pot of coffee later) Rodney found himself rolling his eyes. "That's it? Bruce Willis was dead the whole time? I expected some grand finale not...." He waved his hands in the air.

"I liked it," John replied softly. "Which movie do you want to watch next?" He leaned in, intent to kiss Rodney's neck.

"None." Rodney stood up and John kissed the air instead. "I have work to finish in the lab. Work that was neglected because some brat was able to see dead people."

"Rodney, it's after ten. The labs are empty."

"Exactly!" Rodney told him and thought the door open, totally oblivious to what had just transpired. But he did turn back for a moment with a smile on his face. "Thank you, John."

"You're welcome, Rodney," John smiled at Rodney's smile. He had never seen that look on Rodney's face, a genuine smile from the heart. As the door closed John moved to the bed and glanced at the other DVD's. He really wanted to watch 'Grease' again. He closed his eyes, wondering if instead of asking Rodney to stay and watch, he should have just started the film. It was a fun movie and John liked the songs and just when Olivia Newton-John began to sing 'Hopelessly devoted to you' John would serenade Rodney....

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"Don't sing!" Rodney teased, slapping John's arm.

"Aww, c'mon Rodney, I can hit those high notes as well as she can." John was actually giggling as he attempted to sing the chorus again, voice cracking. He would have stopped, save for Rodney's laughter. And when the song ended John lost what little bit of sanity he'd brought with him to Pegasus. His left hand seemed to move on it's own, palming Rodney's cheek, turning him so they were facing. His thumb rubbed Rodney's lips, while his right hand slid behind Rodney's neck, pulling their mouths close, tilting his head just so. Their lips met and John felt the throbbing in his dick and oh God, he was coming fast, coming hard and it was fucking bliss and....

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It took John a good five minutes to catch his breath. His right hand and shirt were spattered with come. "Jesus Christ!" he said aloud. "Shep, you better get yourself laid. You keep this up you're going to collapse from sexual frustration and too much masturbating." He went to wash up and stared into the mirror. He looked as he felt...exhausted.

John had fantasized doing everything with Rodney in every nook and cranny in Atlantis. He'd fantasized about screwing in the puddlejumper, on the beach, in an Athosian hut. He'd blown Rodney during a mission briefing, Rodney had sucked him off in front of the command staff, they'd sixty-nined in the middle of the mess hall and Rodney had stripped for him in the hangar bay and fucked him in front of all the marines. John had even had one daydream where they fucked on the bridge of the Daedalus and he gave a play-by-play to Caldwell.

It was time for fantasies to end and realities to begin. Tomorrow he was going to tell Doctor Rodney McKay how he felt. And then he was going to strip and let Rodney fuck him through the mattress.

But for now he had to change his clothing and make a covert run to the base laundry. Because on top of the two sets of come-soaked sheets, he had to wash three pair of boxers, a pair of jeans, two pair of uniform trousers and a tee-shirt. He wrapped them in a trash bag and threw in a couple of deodorizers because combined the items smelled like a brothel.

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Today was a new day; today John Sheppard intended to make things right.

He went through his usual morning absolutions, which included jerking off to Rodney stripping for him as AC/DC's 'Back In Black' blasted from his boombox. Then it was time for breakfast (he had no choice but to eat oatmeal), a workout with Teyla (that got the crap beaten out of him), paperwork and a mid-day shower. The last brought on a fantasy about Rodney tying him up and making him beg and left John breathless and sitting on the floor of the shower trying his damndest to focus.

Then came lunch (some vile Athosian concoction), a *very* important meeting with Bates and Stackhouse (just what *were* they going to do to the newly-arrived Lieutenant's Carver and Milbrun), a supply run to the mainland and still more paperwork. John swore the pile grew while he was gone. But finally he was finished and he headed to his room to wash up before supper. Of course this also meant a sweet vision of Rodney naked on the beach, dripping wet. The fantasy didn't go any further because John came in his clean pants and groaned, tossing them in a laundry bag with his smelly socks. Oh yeah, nothing like foot odor to hide the scent of *anything*.

"First, fresh clothes," he murmured to himself, taking out his black denims and a white tee-shirt instead of the usual black. He slipped into his sneakers and went off on a search for his soon-to-be lover. Oh, the things John was going to do to Rodney.

After confirming that Rodney had left the lab (and locating him via Atlantis - Rodney was in his quarters) he figured he'd make a pitstop in the mess, bring Rodney some dinner. Yep, the way to Rodney's heart was through his stomach. He went to a transport tube, running into Cadman along the way. They talked for a few seconds and then Cadman got quiet and just smiled at him. When the doors opened Cadman insisted he get out first, joking that she was a gentleman. John didn't notice that she ran over to a few of her friends and whispered to them.

It was peak dinner hour and the mess was full. So of course John asserted his rank and cut the line, having to stretch forward to grab two bowls of beef stew (or whatever it was - John never asked and the kitchen never told) those tight jeans accentuating every curve of his ass.

"HOLY SHIT!"

Everything got quiet for a moment and soft-spoken and sweet Katie Brown turned crimson and fled as fast as she could.

John reached for some cookies and could have sworn he felt fingers on his ass. He turned around only to find Elizabeth standing there.

"Well," she raised an eyebrow at him, "are you getting your food or not?"

"Did you....?" John's voice cracked and he looked at her hands then back up at her. "Never mind, Liz." He reached again to get the cookies and as he turned his ass ended up pressed against her crotch. "Sorry." As he moved her hand brushed his groin.

"I'm sorry also," she smirked and finished getting her own dinner.

John just shook his head, wondering when Rod Serling would pop out of the woodwork. He dropped a package of cookies and bent down to pick them up...right next to Major Lorne. He was totally oblivious to the fact that Lorne's eyes grew wide as saucers and didn't hear Lorne begin to choke as he walked away.

"He's taken," Teyla smiled.

"Nice ass though," Dex said with a mouthful of food.

"Do not even think about it, Major," Zelenka growled at Lorne as he took a seat.

"Who me, Doctor Zelenka?" Lorne smiled, a sweet smile. "Never."

Elizabeth walked by with her tray, clearly leering at Dex as she left the mess.

Dex stood up to follow, but Teyla put her hand on his arm.

"Ronon, should you decide to join her, may I suggest bringing one of these." She held up a wrapped cake. "It is called a Twinkie and makes many here happy."

"Trust me," Lorne added. "You bring her a Twinkie she'll love you for life. Bring her a couple of chocolate bars and she'll worship at your feet."

Dex nodded and pushed his way into the line, grabbing a handful of candy bars, "I need these," and strolled out of the mess.

"If I give you chocolate bars what will you do?" Radek asked Lorne.

"Ah, for a Reese's I'll give you a backrub," Lorne smiled, blowing him a kiss.

Teyla rested her fist under her chin, smiling at them. "Is this what is known as flirting?"

"This is called romance," Radek smiled back.

"It's flirting," Lorne snickered.

"Romance," Radek insisted.

"That's because he's European," Lorne explained to Teyla. "In America it's called flirting."

"It is romance," Radek narrowed his eyes, "and should you disagree you shall wash your own back this evening."

Lorne turned to Teyla, nodding to Radek. "What he said."

"What would I get for a Hershey bar?" Her hand slid under the table, groping Lorne.

Lorne spit out his food, grabbing his water and gulping. "Look, I had enough hazing to last a lifetime. Quit picking on me already."

"We are not picking on you," Radek shrugged.

"What is hazing?" Teyla asked.

Lorne swallowed hard. "This is for real? No bullshit?"

Teyla leered. Radek smirked.

Major Lorne had his answer.

And the table emptied very quickly as the three practically ran a half dozen people over on their way to a transport tube.

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John stood outside Rodney's door for a few minutes before requesting entrance, smiling as usual at the strains of 'The Funeral March' that echoed. Only Rodney would have chosen *that* particular tune for a door chime.

"I'M BUSY!"

After almost two years John translated those words to "COME IN!" and thought the door open. "Hiya Rodney."

"I said I was busy." Rodney was typing while studying starmaps. "Holling was able to point out some constellations he knew and I am coordinating them with what we already know. It will give me...."

"Since when do you know about astronomy?" John interrupted.

"I have hobbies too," Rodney sneered and typed some more.

"I didn't know," John said quietly, thinking, 'and maybe I should have.'

"Maj...Colonel, what do you want? I really have work here."

John put the tray down, batted Rodney's hand away, saved the program and powered down the computer. "What, no bitching or snark?"

"Not when you have that simply *scrumptious*, yummy-looking pseudo-beef dish waiting for me," Rodney deadpanned.

"Quiet or you don't get dessert," John teased, showing him the Oreo's.

"Where did you get Oreo's?"

"Well, Doctor McKay, if you would actually go to the mess once in a while instead of subsiding on MRE's you'd know that we had them...and Twinkies also."

"They have Twinkies?" Rodney was practically salivating.

"One of the finest *American* inventions."

"Okay, I concede. Americans do junk food better. Now hand over the Oreo's." Rodney reached for the pack, John snatched it away. "HEY!"

"Now, now Rodney, no dessert until you eat your slop."

"Yes Mother Sheppard," Rodney sneered and picked up his spoon. "The least you could do is let me have something good before you poison me."

"I'd never poison you. Too esoteric." John watched him eat, eyes following the spoon from Rodney's bowl to his mouth, that mouth chewing slowly....

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"You want some of my stew?" Rodney asked.

"No. I'm fine," John replied, eating slower.

"Then why are you staring at me?"

"Your mouth, Rod. It's sexy."

"So I've been told."

John snarled. "By *who*?"

"Jealous?"

"Yeah. Now, who told you your mouth was sexy?"

"You did," Rodney grinned. "And would you like to see what else my mouth can do?"

"Other then babble? You know, I think I would." John leaned back in the chair, undoing his pants. "How 'bout you start with this...."

//////

"John...Colonel!"

"Huh?" John was torn from his fantasy. "What?"

"You were zoning." Rodney tapped his earpiece. "Okay, we'll be right there. Zippy says there are some power fluctuations on level ten. He needs someone with the gene to check it out."

Ten minutes later the two were in an access tube.

Just how the fuck did John end up crawling *behind* Rodney in the small tunnel anyway? Shouldn't he have gone first? And why did Zelenka smirk at him as they crawled in? Zelenka couldn't have known how John felt about Rodney, could he? Oh yeah, he could. Radek knew *everything* about *everyone* in Atlantis. You wanted gossip you went to Doctor Zelenka. And John was going to kill him when he and Rodney were done. Because John was now in a cramped access tunnel, had the hard-on from Purgatory and the ass he secretly coveted was presented to him in all it's glory.

"Colonel, the readings are becoming stronger and...."

John heard what sounded like a creak. He stared in horror as Rodney fell through a broken piece of the tunnel and was dangling above a large shaft. He couldn't even see the bottom. He crawled over, careful not to dislodge any more pieces. "Rodney, I want you to look at me." Rodney didn't move and he was beginning to shake. 'No, not a panic attack, not now,' John thought. If Rodney were to pass out...."MCKAY, LOOK AT ME!"

Rodney slowly brought his eyes up. He'd learned to obey that particular tone of voice in the field and it had saved his life more then once.

"Hi, Rodney," John smiled.

"Hi, Rodney." Rodney parroted sarcastically. "I'm going to die and all you can say is *Hi, Rodney*?!"

"You're not going to die."

"How can you be so sure? Are you the amazing Kreskin now? Able to tell the future?"

"You're being snarky, that's a good thing." John glanced down into the chasm. "Give me a moment to think."

Unfortunately, Rodney's eyes followed his. "I'm going to die!"

"Will you stop looking down! I have an idea." John hit his ear piece. "Radek, we have a problem here...." He quickly explained the situation. "There have got to be schematics of the city somewhere." John concentrated for a moment and a holographic map of the city shimmered before him. He quickly gave some coordinates to Zelenka, explained his plan, then focused back on Rodney. "So, genius, what do you think?"

Rodney was staring at him as if John was crazy. "You intend to fly a jumper in here, open the back hatch and expect me to just let go? What if the jumper shifts? In that case I fall and it's a long way...." He looked down again.

"Rodney, I told you to look at me." When Rodney's eyes met his, John smiled. "Hi again. Stackhouse is going to fly her. He's a good pilot, you know that."

"Yeah, sure." But Rodney didn't sound too sure.

"We still didn't watch 'Grease'. And we have two more pounds of coffee to drink. Isn't that something to live for?" John watched as one side of the panel began to come loose.

Rodney's eyes followed and he began to hyperventilate.

John moved forward, maybe he could reach for Rodney but the panel he was on swayed a bit. He was forced to back up. The panel that Rodney was grasping then came loose at one end, leaving Rodney dangling. There was no way for John to reach him now. He only hoped Stackhouse was quick. "Rodney, I got you three seasons of 'Starsky and Hutch'. It was going to be a surprise for your birthday."

"Really?" Rodney smiled, a forced smile.

"Yeah and all seven seasons of Buffy. I know how much you like that show."

"I'm a Giles fan," Rodney tried to sound happy, failing miserably.

"For me," John added, "I got all six seasons of Angel. There's something about a vampire in a leather duster that turns me on."

Rodney opened his mouth to question that statement when the entire panel came loose. His eyes met John's and he fell.

John Sheppard's entire world ended...for about three seconds. The next sight he saw was Rodney's body laying atop a puddlejumper which was ascending in front of him. And Rodney was clearly breathing. "Stackhouse, don't move. Rodney hit the roof of the jumper."

"We have to get him inside, sir," Stackhouse's voice came back. "I had to submerge to get up here. The water pressure would kill him. Can you get him in?"

"No," John said, mind racing. For a moment he felt the jumper, felt his connection to it. 'What would Luke Skywalker do?' It had been a running joke between himself and Rodney, John and the ATA gene versus Luke and the Force. 'Why not?' he thought, smiling to himself. He and Rodney could spend hours discussing this. "Stacks, I want you to release the controls of the jumper to me."

"What was that, sir?"

"You heard me. Just let go."

"Okay...it's yours."

John watched the jumper wobble a bit and focused on it, keeping it steady. He kicked out two loose panels and held the jumper under the bare space he had created. "Rodney, Rodney I need you to wake up." He heard a groan. "MCKAY!"

Rodney lifted his head, stretched and began to roll over.

"FREEZE!"

Rodney stilled.

"Rod, you're laying atop the jumper. Don't move."

Rodney focused a bit, hands reaching for purchase and finding none.

"When I tell you to, I want you to grab my hands, okay?" John gave Rodney his best smile, relieved when he got a nod. Reaching out he thought the jumper a bit closer and grabbed hold of Rodney's hands, pulling him up. He managed to get them back far enough so they were on solid ground. "She's all yours, Stacks," John radioed. "Thanks."

"No problem, Colonel," Stackhouse replied.

John then radioed Radek, telling him they were okay and coming out. "You okay, Rodney?"

"Yes," Rodney replied quietly.

John nearly asked him again but thought better of it, instead leading the way back. Upon exiting Rodney brushed off Carson and huddled with Radek, going over some energy readings. John saw he was being ignored and left, seeking out Stackhouse and finding him in the mess.

"Why didn't you tell them what I did with the jumper?" John asked as he took a seat.

"They run enough experiments on us," Stackhouse replied with mock fear, "the mad scientists. Every time something new is discovered, Beckett gets needle happy and we end up in a lab for a week testing out some new use for the gene."

"Thanks."

"No problem. By the way, can you teach me how to do that with the jumper?"

"I could try," John answered, then caught sight of Laura and Katie entering the mess, arms around each other's waists. "That's new."

"What, Cadman and the plant lady? Nah. They've been together since Laura was in McKay's head. Don't you pay attention?"

"I guess not."

Stackhouse smiled softly. "I'm glad you guys are all right. Life in this city would be a lot more boring without the self-proclaimed genius around."

"And what about me?" John asked with a smirk.

"Commanders come and go," Stackhouse returned the smirk, "but...snarky...genius's are one of a kind. I wouldn't let anybody else get away with calling me a mindless grunt."

"That's because he likes you," John nodded. "You should hear what he calls some of the new marines."

"I know. One of 'em, Lindsay, got kind of pissed." Stackhouse saw John sneer and raised his palm. "Don't worry. Me and Bates told him that contrary to appearances, McKay could kill a man with a spoon and one arm tied behind his back."

John started to laugh. "Take Corporal Lindsay up in a jumper and show him exactly what they can do."

"Yes sir!" Stackhouse grinned and stood up. "And after, we can send him for a stickfighting lesson with Teyla."

"Sell tickets." John stood up also. "I bet you get at least one candy bar each."

"Two," Stackhouse said, "that's what we got when we sent Sallis."

"Cool. Just let me know when. I'll bring the chips and beer."

Stackhouse went to locate the Corporal and John headed back to level ten to retrieve Rodney. On his way there he ran into Lorne, who looked like he'd been run over by a truck...several times. "What happened to you?"

"Teyla sir. Things were fine while Radek was there, but then he got called away and it was just the two of us. She...." Lorne inhaled sharply, not even realizing what he had revealed. "I'm going to hide in the hangar and *please* don't tell her you saw me. I am sore in places I didn't know existed."

"Sure thing, Frank," John smiled and nodded. He had gotten no more then ten feet down the corridor when he saw Teyla approaching him. "He went to the hangar."

"Thank you, John."

"Teyla, take it easy on him. He has to be fit for duty tomorrow."

"Is there a mission scheduled?"

John thought for a moment. "No, as a matter of fact, there isn't." He chuckled. "Have fun."

"I intend to."

John was almost at a transport tube when he heard a low moan from the balcony. Stepping outside he blinked a few times, wondering if he were hallucinating.

Ronon was shoved against the wall and Elizabeth was literally tearing his clothing off.

Shaking his head, John backed away and almost sprinted to the transport tube. He waited a few moments and when the doors didn't open he used the gene to command a tube. The moment the doors opened he wished he hadn't.

Bates and Kavanagh were naked and Bates was sitting in Kavanagh's lap.

"Do you mind?" Bates asked, adding "sir" as an afterthought.

John swallowed hard and closed the door, commanding it to lock until it was opened from the inside. It was times like this he was happy he had learned to control the gene. And tomorrow he'd tell Bates to use a supply closet like everyone else. By the time he got to level ten the only person there was Zelenka. "Where'd he go?"

"I do not know, Colonel. He stayed until after you left, then ran out. He seemed...John, he was more upset about the accident then he let on. He needs you."

"Z, how did you know?"

"You stare at his ass when you come into the lab. You watch him eat. You threaten all who look at him, I believe phrase is, cross-eyed."

"Has anyone else noticed?"

"If they were looking," Zelenka shrugged.

"Does he look back?" John asked, hoping for a 'yes'.

"That is not my place to say."

John got his answer. "Thanks. Oh, Frank and Teyla are in the hangar. Go rescue him before she wears him out."

"You do not mind?"

"Nah. I just saw Bates and Kavanagh in a tube."

"Ah, if you are like me, you will have nightmares for days."

"Days? More like weeks."

"Go drain a still. It takes the nightmares away."

"I'll go see Rodney instead. Oh and Z, I owe you coffee."

"You give me pot of Jamaican blend we will be even."

"Deal," John answered and headed to Rodney's quarters. He was a *very* happy camper now.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

John requested entrance to Rodney's quarters and when he received no response he let himself in. The shower was running and John sat down to wait. No more then a minute later the water shut off and Rodney came out of the bathroom, staring at John curiously.

"What are you doing here?"

"I brought you a Twinkie." John held up the cake.

"I don't want it."

"Of course ya do, Rod. It's filled with all kinds of crappy stuff." John began to read the label. "Damn, there's more crap in here then in Hart's cooking."

Rodney sat down on the bed. "Give me that." Rodney snatched the cake and ripped the wrapper open. "I don't want to die."

"I don't want you to die either, Rod. I kinda like having you around."

"Would you please stop calling me *Rod*?"

"No I won't. I like it. It's different." John sat down next to him. "Did you know that Bates and Kavanagh were...."

"Yeah," Rodney replied as he chewed. "I found them in the labs late one night."

"Cadman and...."

"Katie. When I kissed Katie...Laura was in my head and I felt the lust. And I *knew* it wasn't me that was feeling it."

"Then why did you...I mean she...kiss Carson?"

"She's sleeping with him also."

"Which one?"

"Both," Rodney answered as he finished the Twinkie.

"And what about you?" John asked, eyes moving down Rodney's body, the body that had a thin towel wrapped around it.

Rodney followed his eyes. "Uh, I have to get dressed, so if you don't mind...."

"But I do, Rodney," John smiled and pulled the towel away.

"What are you doing?"

John laughed aloud and stood, pulling his shirt over his head. "Nice body, babe." His sneakers were kicked off, pants and underwear following. "Now we're both naked." He knelt beside Rodney. "Do you have any idea how long I have wanted to touch you?"

"John...Colonel...are you all right?" Rodney swallowed hard, watching John's fingers tracing patterns on his stomach. "You haven't been, uh, in the swill have you? Smoking Lorne's weed again? Experimenting with those strange mainland plants?" Rodney sat up so abruptly he nearly knocked John off the small bed. "That's it, isn't it? Didn't Carson warn you about those mushroom things? If you start proclaiming yourself as the second coming again...."

"Aww, Rodney, I saw the vid feed. I thought I looked kind of cute with a Messianic complex." John pushed him flat on his back. "I blessed Zelenka, told Stackhouse to say a dozen Hail Mary's, and no, I didn't know he was Jewish, and forgave all of Bates' sins. Although if I had known about him and Kavanagh...." Rodney tried to sit up again but John was quicker, swinging one leg over and straddling Rodney's hips. "I'm not stoned, not drunk, not...anything." He leaned down, lips brushing Rodney's. "I'm just in love. Not in heat, not in lust, not plain horny or needing. I don't want a quickie or a one-night stand. What I want, *who* I want, is you." The kiss that followed was soft and tentative. "Let me touch you, Rodney."

Rodney was prepared to say no, but then that mouth was on his again, tongue deep, while strong and sure hands stroked his hardening dick.

John glanced around, the hand cream in plain sight. "Not proper lube, but it'll do." He squeezed the cream on his fingers. "I want to make you feel good, Rodney, give you pleasure."

Rodney opened his mouth again, but those lips, oh God, they were on his neck and he couldn't do anything but moan. When the fingers brushed his ass he tensed.

"Has it been a long time?" John eased one finger inside. "I won't hurt you, I promise." Then two. "I love a tight ass. It's like fucking a virgin." Three fingers now and John shoved up hard, watching Rodney's eyes roll back. "Hey, stay with me." A few minutes of this and John couldn't take it anymore. He took himself in hand, slathering cream all over it, resting his cock against Rodney's tight hole. "I've waited so long for this...." And he was inside, his own head lolling back, wondering if passing out was contagious. Rodney's fingers were gripping his shoulders and he couldn't hold on, this was too good and he came quicker then he anticipated, Rodney's come shooting over his stomach a few moments after. John leaned down to kiss him softly. "Hi baby."

"That was...." Rodney murmured.

"Oh yeah," John smiled.

Rodney initiated a kiss. "Again, John...." He squeezed his anal muscles tight and let go, repeating the motions.

John groaned, his cock was growing hard again...and inside Rodney. He *really* did want to rest; he was wiped out, drained dry. At least that's what his brain was telling him. John's body had other ideas. He kissed Rodney back and thrust in, holding Rodney still as he rammed his dick deeper, fingers already leaving bruises. He was in heat, sliding his hands under Rodney's legs to pull those legs over his shoulders. He had more leverage now and he pounded inside like a man possessed, hearing the gasps and pants and cries from Rodney. John came again, nails raking down Rodney's chest, leaving thin welts on the pale flesh, his teeth leaving their own marks on his inner thighs, taking Rodney's dick in one hand, jerking him hard, telling Rodney to come...telling Rodney how beautiful he was, how special and how much John loved him.

Rodney came hard, mouth wide open, no words, no sounds forthcoming save for a sigh. He was speechless.

"Say something," John prompted, as Rodney's legs slid from his shoulders.

A slow smile came to Rodney's face. "Thank you."

"You okay, Rodney? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"You could never hurt me, John." Rodney shared one last kiss with him before he picked up his clothing. "I'll see you in the morning."

"Um, Rodney, this is your room. You don't have to leave."

"Oh, of course. My room." Rodney narrowed his eyes. "Shouldn't you be leaving?"

John had a thought and nodded. "Yes, I should." He quickly got dressed and kissed Rodney when he was done. "I *really* do love you."

"Of course you do," Rodney laughed a bit. "Later."

There was no response from John as he left.

The moment the door shut Rodney winced in pain. He had lied to John; he was in physical agony. Oh he hadn't felt a thing while he and John had been making love, or if he had, he'd been able to ignore it. But once the endorphin rush was gone he was in true pain. He curled up into a ball on his bed, a few tears rolling down his cheeks, surprised when his door opened a little while later and the lights came on dimly. A pillow was placed beside his and Rodney felt the bed dip, afraid to turn around. It wasn't long before he felt the naked body pressed against his, the arm wrapped around his body, pulling his back flush against John's chest.

"I like my own pillow." John nuzzled his neck, hand reaching up to caress Rodney's cheek, feeling the wetness. He turned his lover, seeing tears falling, pain etched all over his face. "Rodney, what happened?"

"It just hurts a little, that's all," Rodney sniffled.

"Hurts?" John shook his head, a frown on his face. "You've never been with a man, have you? You should have told me. I could have hurt you."

Rodney looked wild-eyed and panicked. "Please don't go. I'm sorry, John, really I am."

"I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart," John soothed, wondering where *that* endearment came from. He never used those kinds of words. Before Rodney at least. Rodney, it seemed, needed endearments...and hugs, which he gave Rodney and which was returned in full. Rodney, John realized, also needed the verbal contact from John. And John was fine with that. "Rod, do you want me to get Carson?"

"No, I'll be okay. Why did you come back?"

"I told you. I love you."

"No you don't," Rodney stated flatly. "It's sex, that's all."

"Contrary to popular belief, and the Atlantis grapevine, I haven't had sex with *anyone* since we arrived. Not Michaels or Phipps or Waxman or...Chaya. I've been waiting for you. Hell Rodney, I've had so many fantasies about you over the past year...."

"Fantasies?"

"Yeah, fantasies. Daydreams. Of you. And me."

"I didn't know."

"Obviously not." John kissed him again. "And I think you love me also."

"What makes you so sure, Colonel?" Rodney finally smiled.

John lay Rodney's head on his chest, stroking the fine hair. "Because you gave me something precious and you wouldn't have done it if you didn't love me."

"I didn't know until I fell. Kinda corny, huh?"

"Nah," John snorted. "It's like that in all the romance movies I've seen. It takes a near death experience for the hero and...hero...to realize they're in love."

"Good save, John. But what about Caldwell and...don't ask, don't tell and...."

"Caldwell's not here right now."

"And when the Daedalus returns...John, I don't want you to get into trouble."

John kissed Rodney on the cheek. "Rodney, what did Caldwell do the last time he was here?"

Rodney was thinking. "He made you nuts."

"Other then that, Rod," John sighed. "Didn't Stacks say he was giving the Colonel flying lessons?"

"Yeah."

"Caldwell doesn't have the gene."

"And....?"

"Rodney, can a person without the ATA gene pilot a jumper?"

"Well, no, but...."

"Then ask yourself, why would Stackhouse be giving him lessons if he doesn't have the gene?"

"I don't know. I mean, they took Kate with them!"

"And you think Caldwell is going to care that you and I are...."

"He's in a menage-a-trois with Stackhouse and Heightmeyer?" Rodney stared wide-eyed. "You know, this is Atlantis, city of the Ancients, not a brothel!"

"Tell that to the population," John snickered, taking Rodney into his arms and snuggling close. "There is more kink going on here then in Ron Jeremy's bedroom. You should see some of the requisitions. First I'm signing off on shaving cream, video games and Lego sets, next I see requests for flavored lube, padded handcuffs, blow-up dolls and butt plugs. And before you ask I'm *not* telling who requested *those*."

Rodney raised an eyebrow. "Zelenka wanted the lube, Bates wanted the cuffs, Lightner wanted the doll and..." he frowned, "...you *did* order my Star Wars Lego sets, didn't you?"

"Yes Rodney. Your Artoo-Deetoo and Viper will be in the next shipment."

"What about the Death Star?"

"And a Death Star. Happy now?"

"Immensely."

"Are you going to say it, Rodney?"

"Say what?"

"You know what?"

"Oh, you mean what the hero says to the...hero...at the end of the movie."

"Yes, Rodney. That."

"Hmm. Let's see. Oh yeah." Rodney sighed theatrically. "My hero."

"No."

"You're brave and stalwart and...."

"Stalwart?"

"Yes. It means...."

"I know what it means, genius." John smiled shyly. "Please tell me."

"You really need to hear it, don't you."

"I guess I do, Rodney. Nobody ever said it to me before."

"Nobody?"

"Nobody."

Rodney tilted his head up. "I love you, John Sheppard."

"And they lived happily ever after," John murmured as he fell asleep.

~~~~~~~~~
Epilogue

"Where is it!" John was emptying a box. "How could they have forgotten it!"

"What are you looking for?" Rodney asked as he worked on his new Lego set. "I should have gotten Threepio also."

"The seven seasons of Buffy are here, as are Starsky and Hutch, Babylon 5 and The Greatest American Hero. But I only got five seasons of Angel."

"John...."

"I know I requested all the seasons and...."

"John...."

John continued to rattle off names as he unpacked some more. "Law and Order, Galactica, Hercules, Looney Tunes, Dynasty...everything is here but the sixth season of Angel."

"That's because there were only five," Rodney snickered.

"Are you sure, Rod?" Rodney just gave him 'the look' and John nodded. "I guess that's why there are only five sets here, huh?"

"I would think so. And Dynasty?"

"Nothing like a Krystle/Alexis cat fight and...." John flushed a bit pink.

"Heather Locklear?"

"She's...nice looking."

"Nice looking, John? Okay, we've established the fact that you're gay but...ARE YOU BLIND?! She is one of the hottest women to ever hit TV in *any* country. Maybe *the* hottest."

"Okay, I agree, she *is* hot and if I were straight I'd probably drool over her."

"Everytime I see her onscreen, the next thing I know I'm sporting a nice piece of wood."

"A 'nice piece of wood'? That does it. You are *not* allowed to play with the marines again. Every time you do, you come back with some new and degrading phrase."

"What are you going to do, *Dad*? Ground me?"

John stood behind Rodney, hands stroking his shoulders. "No, but I may have to tie you to the bed."

Rodney swallowed hard. "You wouldn't really do that, would you?"

"I might. I have a lot of kinks, Rod. Bondage is just one of many."

"Bondage?" Rodney squeaked.

"Yeah," John nodded in all seriousness, "and discipline also." He leaned down to whisper in Rodney's ear. "A spanking can do wonders for the soul."

"Uh, John, I, uh, you know this is all new to me and I...I'm not into that sort of thing."

"You know what, babe," John turned the chair around, brushing his lips over Rodney's, "I'm not either." He smiled and kissed Rodney hard. "And you're fun to tease."

"Not funny," Rodney tried to sound angry, he really did, but John was smirking and his eyes were twinkling and before he knew it, Rodney was smiling. "I hate you, you know that?"

"No you don't." John knelt down. "You love me." He placed his hands on Rodney's legs, rubbing slowly. Nuzzling Rodney's crotch, he glanced up. "And you told me I was the prettiest boy in the city."

"I take it...damn John!" Rodney gasped as John chewed on his clothed cock. "I take it back. Major Lorne is prettier."

"Really?" John undid Rodney's pants, pulling them down just enough to grab hold of his dick.

"Yeah...and...oh, that's good...keep doing that...." Rodney wound his fingers in John's hair, pushing John's mouth further down.

"I want to find out..." John lifted his head, laving the length, "...if your cream *really* is sweeter." He swallowed again, head bobbing up and down, tongue and teeth making Rodney crazy. And just as soon as he began, it seemed, he stopped. "We need to finish this on the bed." John got to his feet. "Come here, Rod, and lay with me."

Rodney slowly rose, shoes off, shirt over his head. He nearly tripped taking his pants off, which got a chuckle from John. "Keep it up, Colonel, and you'll have to satisfy yourself."

"I can do that." John undid his pants, taking his dick out, his hand wrapped around his erection. "I've had lots of practice over the past eighteen months." He stroked slowly. "Want to help me, Rodney?"

Rodney reached out with a tentative touch, the pace one he usually used on himself, slow and steady and firm.

John's eyes rolled back, his mouth open, no sound except for a soft moan. "Damn, Rodney...damn...."

Rodney's hand stopped. "What?"

John placed his palm on Rodney's face and Rodney quickly found himself pinned under John, who leered at him, before taking Rodney's breath away. John proceeded to kiss Rodney's neck, leaving a bruise, before moving over a shoulder and down an arm. Kissing his way across Rodney's chest, he stopped to lave a nipple, caressing it with his fingers, before moving on to the other, which he sucked hard. "You do taste good." Down Rodney's body, he heard the giggle as he dipped his tongue inside Rodney's navel. "I didn't know you were ticklish there."

"Well now you....JOHN!" Another giggle fit.

John looked up, a big grin on his face. He moved back so he could strip his pants off. Before he could get them all the way off, Rodney was kneeling before him, hands on John's ass.

"May I?"

"Please do."

Rodney licked his lips, looking up, before wrapping those lips around John's dick. He took John down, hearing the gasp. Rodney drew back, suckling the head, before swallowing again.

"RODNEY!"

"I take it you liked that?" Rodney had a mischievous smile on his face. "Yeah, you did."

"I thought you never...."

"I haven't, but I've been doing some reading and...."

"Reading is good," John interrupted. "But where did you find books on *this*?"

"Zelenka has porno," Rodney replied as he pulled John pants off. Rodney pushed him onto his back, kneeling between John's legs, dropping his head down. His hands held John's ass hard, pulling the cock deeper down his throat, head bobbing from side to side. Teeth grazed the length as he pulled back, mouth covering again, sucking harder. Fingers teasing the tight hole, one slid in and John bucked up, causing Rodney to pull back again. "Not yet, John...not yet." A kiss to the tip. "Turn over." He smiled as John complied. "On your hands and knees." Rodney held John by the hips, bending down, kissing each cheek, slowly spreading him. Another gasp from John, as Rodney's tongue began to lap at his hole, a moan as he felt his cock stroked. "Never been touched like this before? You like my tongue there? Do you want it some more?"

"Please."

Rodney's tongue returned, jerking John harder, feeling John push into his hand. His own cock was rock hard now and he shifted back, spreading John again. Taking the lube he nearly squeezed the entire tube out before managing to control his shaky hands, slathering his dick, pressing it against the tight hole. "I want to...."

"I want you to, Rodney."

Rodney pushed, savoring each moan wrung from his lover, watching his cock disappear inside. Finally sheathed, he stilled, taking a deep breath before pulling out and shoving back in. "You're so tight."

"Feels so right. Don't stop Rodney...please...."

"I won't...." Rodney's words were punctuated with his own soft moan.

John turned his head, getting a view of his best friend, his lover, and the sight almost drove him right over the edge. Rodney's eyes were closed, his very being concentrating on the pleasure he was giving John. The physicist nearly got thrown off as John started to twist his body, pulling Rodney even deeper, clenching those ass muscles tighter.

Rodney had to dig his fingers into John's waist to keep his balance. "Relax, John. I've got you." Kisses up John's back. "Never gonna let you go." One hand slid between them, as Rodney ran his fingers over the tip of John's cock, grasping the base, pumping hard. "Coming...want you with me...." One final thrust and John exploded in his hand, sending Rodney toppling into an unheard of abyss of ecstasy and an orgasm beyond anything he had ever experienced.

Finally sated, empty and completely bereft of any strength whatsoever, Rodney gentled himself from John, rolling over onto his back, laying there, panting and gasping for air. His eyes met John's and he gave him a half grin. "So Colonel, was it good for you?"

John gave him the same look, propping himself on his side, one hand against the side of his face, the other smoothing a path down Rodney's body. He chewed on his lower lip like a shy schoolboy. He didn't have words yet again so he just kissed Rodney. John finally released him so the two could take a breath. "Sleep?"

"Uh-huh," Rodney sighed, eyes slowly closing. "Love you, John."

"Oh yeah. Me too, Rodney."

~~~~~~~~~

"Give me that," Ronon growled at Kavanagh, who was holding the box of Frosted Flakes. He took a seat at a table with his team and smiled at Rodney. "Do you have some of that...Canadian cream for my cereal? It truly is sweeter."

"That's what Colonel Sheppard said also," Rodney smirked at John and John couldn't help the tinge of pink that spread across his cheeks. Rodney handed the container to Ronon. "Knock yourself out."

It began in the mess hall.

It ended in the mess hall.

FIN