I Was Just Wondering....

by The Huntress

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/ash/huntress/iwasjust.php
Summary: John finally declares his love; Rodney is, of course, thoroughly confused

John stood in the doorway of Rodney's quarters, smiling at the physicist, who was sprawled on the bed, *finally* reading John's 'War and Peace', (everyone in the city had read it *but* John) a confused look on his face.

Actually, Rodney wasn't really confused; John coming to see him in the evening was a common occurrence after nearly two years. Rodney was, however, a bit bewildered that John had not come armed with a few DVD's, a six pack and popcorn, as was the norm. No, John held a rose in his right hand and in his left was a bar of Ghiardelli dark chocolate (a special request from Earth - thank you Daedalus!) which Rodney had once remarked he would trade a fully charged ZPM for.

Of course John also had DVD's tucked under his arm and Rodney stood up to see what John had brought him, closing the door as John entered.

'The Lost Boys' (okay, so Rodney remarked that was his favorite 'two Corey's' movie) along with the first season of 'Charmed' (he had admitted, while drinking hooch, that he thought Shannen Doherty was hot) and 'Cinderella'. Rodney would never live the latter down, having scoffed at an alien race (and their voodoo practices) and sneered "Bibbidy-bobbidy-boo" when they attempted to curse the team. John had obviously gotten the reference, as he was smirking at the moment.

"Uh, thanks for the movies." Rodney smiled, a rare, from-the-heart smile.

John lowered his eyes, kicking at invisible dirt, chewing nervously on his lower lip. "This is for you." He gave Rodney the candy. "And, uh...." John was actually blushing as he held out the rose.

"Roses don't make me sneeze," Rodney mused, trying to make light of the moment. *Now* he was confused.

"I know, Rodney." John reached out with his right hand, cupping Rodney's chin, holding his gaze. "And you look totally and completely flustered, which translates to utterly adorable..." John smiled so shyly that Rodney began to blush, "...and your eyes are bright blue and I could get lost in them and can I kiss you?"

Rodney was caught off guard and just stared at him.

John took the silence as an affirmative. He palmed Rodney's face with both hands and brought Rodney's lips to his, letting his eyes drift shut, his tongue slipping out to taste.

Rodney opened his mouth to speak, but any words were quickly silenced by John's mouth sealing over his.

The kiss grew deep and rough, John feeding on Rodney's mouth, drawing the last breath from Rodney's lungs. He pulled away for a moment to stare into Rodney's eyes, then focused on that mouth of his, which opened to speak. But John took the open mouth as an invitation to kiss him again, backing Rodney up against the wall.

Rodney's head was growing light, damn, those kisses were great, but he finally pushed John back, holding his hand up, gasping for air.

Of course John couldn't help but smirk. "Do you get it *now*, genius?"

Rodney continued to take in air, convinced this was either A) a wild hallucination or B) a cruel practical joke or C) a wet dream or, lastly, D) reality. And since A) Rodney hadn't indulged in Athosian weed in the last twenty-four hours or B) he knew John Sheppard would never do that to him or C) he pinched himself, definitely *not* a dream, that left only D. But the proverbial lightbulb didn't go off above Rodney's head. No, not Rodney McKay. For over Rodney McKay's head there lit up a dozen rows of stadium lights....

John had brought him flowers and candy.

John made sure he never skipped meals and ate with him in the lab until he cleaned his plate.

John held him when he was ready to break into a thousand pieces; he had never told anyone that Rodney broke down and sobbed after Gaul and Abrams died.

John smiled at him for no reason sometimes. Not the usual smirk, but a real smile.

John managed to con him into leaving the labs, taught Rodney to play football, make pancakes and shortsheet a bed.

John made him laugh, really laugh.

John had kissed him.

Oh shit.

This wasn't just a buddy-fuck, a one night stand or comfort sex. This was the real thing. He didn't know what to say, so for the first time Rodney let actions speak for him as opposed to words. He wound his fingers in John's hair and initiated a kiss so sensuous and tender that John's legs felt like they were going out under him.

"Bed," John whispered and almost danced across the room with Rodney in his arms. They stood beside it, and John took Rodney's hand in his and kissed the palm. "I'd like to bottom this first time."

"Bottom?" Rodney almost squeaked.

John moved in for a kiss, but Rodney ducked his head. "Rodney, if I'm moving too fast for you, just tell me and I'll back off." When he got no answer, John nodded in resignation, said, "I'm sorry," and turned to leave.

"I don't know what to do," Rodney admitted.

John turned back, shrugging his shoulders. "It's your decision, Rodney. We're still friends no matter what you decide."

"No, John, you misunderstand me." Rodney glanced at the bed and back to John. "I don't know *what* to do."

"Ah, I see. It's a good thing I understand 'Rodney-speak'." John grinned. "And all you had to do was tell me you'd never done this with a man before." He stepped forward, one arm slipping around Rodney's waist, the other caressing the back of his neck. "I can wait until you're ready, until that genius brain can make sense of all this." He kissed Rodney chastely, not wanting to rush things. John had waited almost two years; he could wait a bit longer. "How about we watch a movie as usual and see where the evening leads us." He picked up 'The Lost Boys'. "It's a cool movie and by the way, where did you get that TV? It's bigger then the one in the rec room."

"I had a friend crate it to me as scientific equipment," Rodney finally laughed, sitting cross legged on the bed and starting the film.

John split his attentions fifty-fifty. He watched the on-screen action, but his eyes darted over to Rodney every couple of minutes or so. The moment Rodney began to relax (which was about fifteen minutes into the movie) John's hand made itself at home on Rodney's leg. Five minutes after that his hand began to slide up and down Rodney's thigh, like it was the most natural and normal thing in the world.

Rodney's attentions were on the film one hundred percent; he had no conscious knowledge of what John was doing. He stretched his legs out, and John's hand slid between them, massaging his clothed cock. "John, what are you...."

"You've never made out during a movie, Rodney?" John whispered in his ear. "I haven't done it in years, but it used to be fun." He unbuttoned Rodney's pants, lowering the zipper.

Rodney swallowed hard, stilling John's hand. "I'm not ready for sex yet, John."

"Rodney, I said we'd make out, nothing more." John paused the film. "What did you think, that I was going to jump you?" He raised the lights a bit, staring into Rodney's eyes. "You did." John sat up abruptly. "I don't believe this! Two years together and you think I'd take advantage of you?"

"NO! But I thought you might insist on doing it tonight and...."

John cut him off. "Insist? Do you think I'd force you?" He put on his sneakers and stood up. "What kind of man do you think I am, McKay?"

This was not good, Rodney realized. John had called him 'McKay'. He got out of bed, needing to explain but it was too late. John had already thought the door closed behind himself.

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John was restless in his own bed, alone. Yeah, he'd been alone for, well, practically forever it seemed, but he thought that would end tonight. Why was it that the smarter the man, the more obtuse? John had declared his love to Rodney. He'd given him a rose (which he'd stolen from Elizabeth's makeshift garden) and chocolate. He'd kissed him and smiled at him and offered himself freely. Why did Rodney still not get it?!

And of course a two-hundred watt lightbulb went off over John's head.

"Maybe if you would have actually verbalized it, *stupid*," he muttered as he got out of bed and gathered his clothing, "you wouldn't be sleeping alone!" He began to get dressed. "All you had to do was say 'I love you'. You of all people know how important words are to Rodney!" John went to the washroom, grabbed his toothbrush and almost sprinted from his room. He smiled to himself just before he left, picked his pillow up from the bed and went to make amends to Rodney.

John silently entered Rodney's room, sitting on the chair and kicking off his sneakers. He wasn't sure what to do.

Should he take off his clothes and crawl into bed with Rodney? Would Rodney A) kick him out of bed, B) punch him in the face, or worse, C) scream for help? John's own mind supplied him the answer. 'Nope, the answers D) none of the above. Rodney loves me. Although getting into his bed might scare the shit out of him.' John thought for a moment more, than began to strip. 'What the hell....' His shirt and pants came off and he nearly removed his boxers also but opted to stay at least partially dressed. He pulled back the sheet, sliding under and covering them. He slid his left arm under Rodney's and pulled Rodney's back flush against his chest. It was nice and warm; Rodney wasn't wearing a shirt. As John snuggled further he realized Rodney wasn't wearing anything but skin. That shocked the shit out of John, who'd never considered Rodney the type of guy to sleep naked. He'd always pictured Rodney in pajamas.

Rodney's eyes snapped open and his breath hitched.

John sensed the change, whispering, "It's only me, Rod, and I only want to sleep with you, nothing more, I swear." He kissed Rodney's shoulder. "I love you."

"You do?" The surprise was quite evident in Rodney's voice.

"Yeah. And I'd do anything for you."

"You would?"

"Anything, Rodney." John raised the lights to a soft hue, turned Rodney onto his back and knelt over him, the stupidest grin on his face. "*Anything* in the bedroom, *not* in the lab." He stole a deep kiss, lips moving to Rodney's neck, where he sucked and nipped one spot, feeling extremely perverse as his actions left a dark purple bruise. He kissed across Rodney's chest, raising himself a bit, wanting to lick and suck those nipples that had tortured his psyche since he'd first seen Rodney in a tee-shirt. "I love your nipples..." John laved one, "...the way the peaks show through your shirts. It's so fucking sexy and it turns me on...."

Rodney lifted his head, staring into eyes that were now more black than hazel. "You like my nip...OH FUCK!" Rodney's head fell back as John suckled a nipple gently. His fingers carded in John's hair, guiding his mouth to the other nipple, where it received the same treatment. Rodney was getting harder as John sucked and began to bite, sucked again, then soothed the sensitive areas with a soft lick.

John pulled his head free after a few minutes and kissed his way down Rodney's abdomen, kissing the tip of his cock and moving past it. He kissed down Rodney's legs, reaching his feet...and tickled the bottoms. Rodney's giggle warmed his heart and he kissed his way back up, nibbling the inner thighs. He positioned his mouth above Rodney's groin, held Rodney's legs down with both hands and inhaled his cock in one motion.

"J-John...I never had a..." Rodney's breaths were coming quick and he moaned as John fondled his balls. But the breathing grew more labored and Rodney was on the verge of hyperventilating.

John lifted his head, hands on Rodney's abdomen, gentle caresses to soothe him. "Shh, s'okay. Deep breaths, Rodney." He lay his cheek upon Rodney's chest, palm moving over a nipple in slow, circular motions. "Calm down before you fai...pass out."

"I'm sorry," Rodney whispered as his breathing evened out.

"No, I'm the one who should be sorry." John began to tease the nipple with his tongue. "It's just...." He rolled to the side, propping his head up with his hand. "I've wanted you for so long and I didn't even consider your feelings."

"John, you've had two years to prepare for this. I've had ten minutes."

"Look Rodney, I don't care that you never had a blow-job. I guess deep-throating you the first time out was kind of a shock to your system." John snickered. "But it was nothing to freak out over."

Rodney buried his face in the pillow and muttered something.

John's eyes grew wide as saucers; he must have heard wrong. "Uh, Rodney, could you repeat that?"

Another mumble into the pillow.

"No." John shook his head, ready to wake Carson and demand his hearing be checked. He *had* to have heard wrong. "You did *not* just say...."

"YES!" Rodney faced John and snarled. "You heard *correctly*. Go ahead. Giggle, laugh, fall on the floor in a loud guffaw. I don't care." Rodney was clearly embarrassed, sitting up and swinging his legs over, feet on the floor. "I am a virgin. There, now you know. Almost thirty-eight and never been laid." Rodney stood up, went to the washroom and closed the door.

John waited five minutes, got out of bed and stalked to the washroom, ready to open the door himself.

Rodney came out with sweatpants on and nearly ran him over. "What? Can't a guy take a leak in peace?" He held his arm out toward John's clothing. "You can get dressed and leave now. I figure you want someone with more experience." Rodney laughed a bit. "Hell, with *any* experience."

John blinked a few times, opening and closing his mouth. He had *no* idea of how to answer. So of course, as was his normal way of dealing with Rodney, he got snarky. "Did you like it? The blow-job?" This time it was Rodney who had no answer, which pleased John to no end. "Rodney, I'd like to try again, but this time I promise to be gentle."

"You don't care?!" Rodney looked confused again. "I'm a virgin, John. V-i-r-g-mmm...."

"Now I found a way to shut you up," John grinned as he broke the kiss, wondering how Rodney would react the first time John shut him up in a briefing. He took Rodney's face in his palms again, staring deeply into those blue eyes...those blue eyes which had darkened considerably in the last sixty seconds. Another kiss, chaste and brief, John backing Rodney into the washroom and turning him so they were facing the mirror. "Look at yourself, Rodney. See why I love you."

"I'm fat."

"You're sexy."

"I'm balding."

"You're cute."

"I'm a science geek."

"I'm a math geek." John paused. "Still in the closet of course."

"I don't know what to do." Rodney stared at the floor.

John turned him, lifting Rodney's eyes to his. "What do you *want* to do?"

"I want...." Rodney started, then stopped, unsure. "Make love to me?" Rodney blinked in shock at his request. "I can't believe I just asked that." He stared at John, worried how John would react.

John stared back, his mouth quirking into a shy smile. "If that's what you want, baby."

"Baby?"

"Yeah, baby." John's lips pressed deeply upon Rodney's, his tongue sliding between Rodney's lips, arms around Rodney's waist, lowering his sweatpants. His own boxers followed, as John's palms smoothed a path up Rodney's back, around to his arms, sliding down, caresses that made Rodney shiver. "Let's take this to the bed." He stole one last kiss and took Rodney by the hand, leading him to the bed.

For the first time since he was around eight, Rodney McKay was totally ignorant of a situation. He sat willingly as John urged him to sit against the bedhead.

John straddled Rodney's legs. "Close your eyes and just feel." He leaned down and crooned in Rodney's ear, hot breath blowing, tongue licking the lobe. One hand went to his own ass, teasing the opening as best he could, managing to get a finger inside. While John continued to make a wreck of Rodney with his tongue, he slid two fingers in, scissoring, stretching. When he'd felt as if he'd opened himself enough, he slid down Rodney's body, twirling his tongue around Rodney's dick, leaving a trail of saliva along the length, slicking as best he could. "So good, Rod, taste so fucking good." He palmed Rodney's length and licked some more. "Want you so badly, baby." He shifted to kneel over Rodney, reaching back, taking Rodney's thickened dick in his fist. "God, Rodney, what you do to me." He had to do this, he had to have this, have Rodney....

"Now, please now," Rodney clearly moaned.

"Yes...now...." John stared into Rodney's eyes, Rodney's cock easing inside his tight hole. His body was on fire, teetering between the precipice of pain and the edge of pleasure.

"John...ohmyFUCKINGGOD!" Rodney practically howled as John squeezed his ass muscles; his dick felt like it was in a vise. Rodney's eyes rolled back, his voice almost shaking. "I...John I never knew it could be this good."

Rodney's soft words tilted John to the side of pure pleasure. He impaled himself, hitting his prostate in one shot. "OHFUCKYEAH!"

"JohnJohnJohn...." Rodney said nothing else.

"Shove that cock deeper, Rodney." John rocked back and forth, up and down, his mouth spewing nonstop filth. "You got at least eight inches of stiff hard dick and I want it all!" He lifted himself and slammed back down, squeezing again, palms on Rodney's chest, pinching his nipples. At first he was fearful of genuinely hurting Rodney, but Rodney just writhed harder and shoved up deeper. "You like fucking me, Rodney? Huh, baby?"

"Yes...oh yes, John...."

John ground his body down harder, leaning down to nip at Rodney's nipples. "Gimme your cock, need it deeper." John rocked harder, faster. "Oh God, gonna come, come all over you." And he did, hot white liquid shooting all over Rodney's chest, still riding. "Rodney...Rod...come...need...inside me...."

Rodney moaned and thrust up hard, his orgasm taking him over the edge. It was so perfect, so right, so....

"Rodney?" John panted, catching his breath. "Babe?"

"John, I...I love you."

"I know, Rodney." John eased himself from Rodney's softened dick, falling onto his back. "Now make like a good lover and get us a cloth to clean up with."

"Can't move," Rodney whispered, grabbing a handful of tissues. "I just want to sleep for a month."

"No kisses?" John pouted, giving Rodney that shy smile again. "Not even one?"

"Just one."

John leaned down, his lips brushing Rodney's, tongue licking Rodney's lips, slipping inside.

The kiss seemed to go on forever, with Rodney finally pushing John back. "Breathing...is a necessity."

"Can I stay?"

"Try and leave and I'll kill you," Rodney said, smirking at his new lover.

"And I don't wanna mess with a pissed off geek," John retorted.

"Damn straight," Rodney grinned, stole one last kiss and settled his head onto John's chest. "I think...."

"Don't think; just sleep." John kissed the top of Rodney's head. "Sweet dreams, baby." Rodney did sleep, but John stayed awake for a while, contemplating how they were going to explain their relationship to the rest of Atlantis.

He needn't have worried.

When they entered the mess the next morning, everyone seemed to be aware of what had gone on.

Rodney was mortified, staring from one marine to the next, waiting for the threats to start.

"How long, Sheppard?" Markham growled.

"Last night," John sneered back.

"Last night, huh." The Sergeant scanned the room. "Who had..." he thought for a moment, "...October seventeenth?"

"I have the eighteenth," Katie Brown piped up, waving a piece of paper.

Markham nodded his head. "Okay, Bates, give the woman the candy."

"Uh, Sergeant....?" John started.

"We had a pool over when you two would...ya couldn't have waited until next week?!" He waved his own paper. "I'm out six Snickers bars and two Kit-Kat's."

"And I have a shitload of candy," Katie grinned and followed Bates.

"So much for secrecy." John shrugged and looked at Rodney. "Can I have your Twinkie?"

"No."

"You don't love me."

"I love you plenty, Colonel, but not enough to share my junk food." John leaned in and whispered in Rodney's ear. "When?" John whispered some more and Rodney handed over his snack cake, than stood up. "I have some work to do but I'll meet you in Jumper One at noon."

John was smirking as he unwrapped the Twinkie. "Yes, Rodney, at noon you become the first member of the Atlantis Mile-High club."

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Some months later....

"Peanut butter," Rodney smiled. "Add peanut butter."

John sighed as he went over the requisition list. "Rodney, I can't keep adding things."

"Why not? I could understand before we arrived, we didn't know what to expect. But now," Rodney smiled, "we know the space we have. Plus we have the mainland. Hey, how about we get a horse. I always wanted one."

"A horse?!"

"Please?" Rodney pouted. "I always wanted a horse. Please, John?"

"A horse." John wrote the word on his list. "Okay, Rodney. But I can't guarantee it'll be approved."

"A Steinway." A grin came to Rodney's face. "A Gibson guitar and a set of Pearl drums. Frosted Flakes and Pop-Tarts. And chickens."

"Chickens?"

"Fresh eggs daily. Steer also. I like meat."

"Me too," John actually giggled, reaching under the sheet, taking Rodney's dick in his fist. "Thick and juicy."

"Stop that, John. It's time for me to go." Rodney removed the hand. "You have a meeting with Caldwell in the morning."

"What do you mean go? You live," John waved his hands around the room, "here."

"I'm moving back to my room," Rodney told him as he left the bed, putting his clothes on.

John blinked and opened his mouth a few times to speak. No words were forthcoming.

When John said nothing, Rodney continued. "It has to be this way."

Of course John was quite confident it was his fault. "What did I do? Rodney, whatever I did, please tell me. I'll make it right, fix it. I swear I will."

"John, the Daedalus is going to be here for a while this time. Colonel Caldwell is taking up residence along with a slew of new grunts. We can't...."

"You're breaking up with me too?" John tilted his head, staring incredulously.

"What are we supposed to do? Make out in the mess after dinner?"

"There are those that would pay to watch," John couldn't help the smirk - that cocky flyboy grin that made Rodney's dick take notice...usually.

But not today. Today Rodney McKay was all business. "I'm sorry." He backed toward the door and thought it open, "I'm not going to allow you to risk your career over us," and backed into a closed door. "Not funny, John. Open the door."

"No, I won't!" John pouted like a six year old. "You're being silly and we're not breaking up."

Rodney tried to think the door open but nothing happened. "Let me out right now," he almost warned.

"Evan Lorne has shown a bit of interest in me," John was smiling his shy smile, while chewing on his lower lip. "If you break up with me I might have to take him up on his offer."

Rodney's whole demeanor changed, his mouth forming a tight grimace. "Evan...Major Lorne?"

"Yeah, Rodney, Major Lorne." John licked his upper lip. "He's kinda cute, ya know." John couldn't resist the teasing and he took a few steps toward Rodney until they were mere inches apart. "And there's no reason I can't say yes. I mean, my boyfriend just broke up with me."

"Your boyfriend?!" Rodney sounded indignant.

"Significant other? Does it matter? I'm a free agent now." John thought the door open. "So long, Rodney."

Rodney stood there, those three little words echoing in his head. The last time he'd heard them John had taken a jumper and....

John moved forward as all the color drained from Rodney's face, taking Rodney into his arms. "What's the matter, baby?"

Rodney's own arms wrapped around John's and he held tight, slowly calming. "You said...so long, Rodney."

John closed the door and rubbed his hands along Rodney's back. "I was only teasing. Scout's honor." He pulled Rodney's head onto his shoulder as Rodney began to tremble in his embrace. "And....?" John prompted, a bit confused as to why those words would have that effect.

"The last time you said that, the Wraith were ready to attack." Rodney leaned into John's arms. "You were in the chair and you said that as you left. I didn't think I was going to see you again."

John tilted Rodney's head up and kissed him softly. "I'm sorry, Rod. I didn't think."

"John, if something were to happen because of *us* I couldn't deal with it."

John maneuvered them back to bed. "Just let me hold you for a few minutes."

"I *really* need to leave." Rodney tried to sit up but John pulled him back down.

"Five more minutes." John rubbed Rodney's back slowly, cradling Rodney's head to his chest.

Rodney wrapped his arm around John's body and snuggled in, mumbling, "Five more minutes then I leave."

"Five minutes, baby," John whispered, stroking Rodney's hair with his right hand, his left rubbing Rodney's neck. "I'm just gonna hold you, 'kay?"

"Yeah, okay." Rodney's eyes were drifting shut. "Really do love you."

"I know, Rodney." John kept up his ministrations until Rodney was snoring. "You need rest. and it's my job as your CO to ensure you get it."

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"John?" Rodney murmured. "What time is it?"

"Not time to get up, lover." John rained kisses all over Rodney's face.

"Time?"

"Uh...." John opened one eye. "Seven."

"SEVEN?!" Rodney sat up. "I told you five minutes, not all night!"

"Rodney, you need to relax." John pulled him back into bed. "Remember Major Lorne."

"Screw Lorne!"

"I'd rather screw you." John rolled on top again, taking Rodney's hands in his, interlacing their fingers. The smile that graced John's face was soft and caring; a smile reserved for Rodney McKay alone. "I love you, McKay, and I'm sick of everyone covering for us each time the Daedalus returns."

Rodney didn't seem to hear him, trying his best to get John off of him. "John, I don't want you to get into trouble with Caldwell."

Before John could answer, his door chime sounded. "I have the crappiest luck...WHAT?!"

Caldwell's voice came through the door. "Colonel, I need to speak with you."

"*You* have the crappiest luck?" Rodney stared incredulously. "I have to get out of here."

John just smirked and thought the door open; Rodney dove under the blanket - all the way under.

"Colonel Sheppard, I need to speak with you about...." Caldwell paused at the lump next to John. "Company?"

"Yes sir," John grinned. "Going on six months now."

"Congratulations, Colonel." Caldwell stared at the lump as he heard a loud cough...a deep cough. "I'm going to go out on a limb here. Is your...friend...male?"

"Yes, yes he is." John was still grinning. "I'm...yes, he is male."

"And his name wouldn't happen to be McKay, would it?"

"Yes, Colonel, it would." The grin faded from John's face. "And I'm not giving him up, no matter what regs say."

"He doesn't mean that," came the muffled voice from under the blanket.

"Yes, I do," John insisted. "I love him, Colonel, and if I have to resign, I will."

"No you won't," Rodney clearly growled.

"Yes I will," John replied, peeling back the blanket to get a look at Rodney's face.

"No you won't," Rodney reiterated.

"Yes, I most certainly will."

"NO!"

"YES!"

"You're not resigning!" Rodney sat up and faced Caldwell. "We're breaking up."

"Uh, okay." Caldwell was clearly confused, something he had learned to associate with Rodney McKay. He backed toward the door and opened it. "Why don't we talk later, like when you're not in the middle of a fight with your boyfriend." He blinked, shaking his head. "I can't believe I just said that." Caldwell turned and left, hearing Rodney shout, "HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND!" before the door closed behind him.

"See, Rodney, he doesn't care."

"But...."

John ignored him, kissing his way down Rodney's chest and twirled his tongue around the tip of Rodney's cock.

"Don't, John. We're breaking up so I can't...."

John laved the length. "Can we break up..." he took half of Rodney's cock down his throat and raised his head, "...after I suck you dry?" John swallowed him to the root, moaning around his cock before lifting his head again. "Is that okay?"

"Okay," Rodney pretty much squeaked, "but then we're through."

"Yes, Rodney."

"One more time."

"Yes, Rodney."

"Uh, maybe...maybe we can have sex once more also."

"Mmm-hmm," John nodded as he took Rodney deep again.

"Once we get out of bed, that's it."

"Yes, Rodney," John murmured as he returned to the task at hand. He thought of his handcuffs and smiled to himself.

Rodney wasn't getting out of bed for the next week.

FIN