Mirror Images

by The Huntress

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/ash/huntress/mirimages.php
Summary: Just a piece of fluffy smut

"Okay sir," Ford was saying, "now that we have dragged these mirrors up six levels and through four corridors, can you *please* tell me what you need them for?"

"No," John answered.

"But sir," Ford whined, "I deserve an explanation."

"Ford, where are the mirrors?"

"In your bedroom, sir."

"And who do I share the room with?"

"Rodney...sir."

"Let your imagination run wild."

Ford turned six shades of red before settling on dark crimson. "Sorry I asked."

"You should be," John smirked. "Now, how about you get ready for our little trip to the mainland. And bring the cards. I want to see if Wex remembers how to play blackjack."

"Sir...John...you let him beat *you* out of six candy bars."

"And how many did you lose...Aiden?"

"Touche."

~~~

Coming back slightly inebriated from the mainland was not a new thing for John and Rodney, nor half of Atlantis. Holling had a habit of insisting that whoever was there try his latest brew and since there was no alcohol in the city, nobody ever said no. But this time was a bit different.

John had words with a tall and leggy blonde Athosian who had blatantly propositioned Rodney in front of everyone. What was said, well, nobody knew, for John had pulled her into one of the huts before he spoke with her. When they exited a few minutes later, she apologized to Rodney and then went after Calvin, who literally ran away, the woman chasing after him. John just took Rodney by the arm, dragged him back to a jumper and flew them both back to Atlantis.

Rodney went straight into the shower, not even noticing the two mirrors that were propped up against the far wall....

~~~

Rodney came out of the shower, finding John kneeling on the bed, stroking his cock, which was quite hard and thick. Rodney felt his cock stiffen as he watched John touch himself, a sight he rarely saw...John was usually too shy to jerk off in front his lover, although he had requested it of Rodney more then a few times.

Rodney then noticed the mirrors. They were both now positioned at angles where anyone on the bed could watch themselves from two different viewpoints. He was surprised his lover would do anything like *this*, but shrugged it off, thinking briefly, (*too* briefly, he would come to realize later), that maybe John had a bit too much of Holling's latest version of whiskey.

John's eyes met Rodney's and he leered at him. "Come here Rodney." It wasn't a request.

Rodney moved forward a step, but something about the look on John's face, not to mention the tone in his voice, gave Rodney trepidation and he hesitated. "I changed my mind John. I think I'll get dressed and go get some food."

John moved forward on the bed, licking his lips, his eyes half slitted like a predator. "I thought you might get hungry." He nodded to the tray of food he'd gotten while Rodney was in the shower. "Or maybe you want to go straight to dessert." John began to jerk himself off again, slow strokes, watching the droplets of sweat beginning to form on Rodney's brow. "Rodney, I was just thinking about...*us*, and how much I love you."

"That's nice." Rodney laughed nervously. "I love you too John. Now, I'm going to...umm...get some air. Yeah...I need to get some fresh air." He took his pants and tried to put them on, but John snatched them.

"You won't need those Rodney...not for what I have planned." John grabbed him by the arm and pulled him onto the bed.

Rodney started to stand, but was pulled back down. "John, you don't look so good. Now, why don't you give me my pants and I can go...."

"You're not going anywhere." John grabbed a fistful of Rodney's hair and pulled their mouths together, driving his tongue deep, crushing Rodney's lips with his own. Breaking the kiss abruptly, he pulled Rodney to the middle of the bed, following Rodney's eyes to first one mirror, then the other, then back to John. John took Rodney's chin in hand, turning his head so their eyes met. He smiled softly, which disconcerted Rodney. "Do you know you're mine?"

"Huh?" Rodney's voice went up a pitch.

John rested his hands on Rodney's shoulders and leaned in, taking Rodney's mouth again. The kiss got deeper and Rodney felt himself getting a bit dizzy from lack of air. He tried to turn his head, but hands caressing his back, coupled with the tongue driving deeper into his mouth, took all the fight out of him. By the time John broke *this* kiss, Rodney was more then dizzy...he couldn't focus. He managed to slow his breathing, but before his vision could clear his mouth was set upon again. He felt himself being pushed onto his back, John's body covering his, John's cock touching his own hardness. Rodney felt the hands sliding up his body, up his arms, rubbing his shoulders. The lips on his neck, followed by teeth and tongue, sucking and biting...Rodney knew he was being marked and he wasn't sure how to react. John had never marked him before, and he hoped John wouldn't regret it when he sobered up.

John finally released Rodney's neck and Rodney touched the spot, feeling the welt...in a perverse way, it felt good. John moved onto his knees, pulling Rodney into a sitting position, one hand on his back, the other moving up to tighten in Rodney's hair. "Mine." It felt good to say the word. He pulled Rodney into another rough kiss and when he broke it, he whispered, "I told Sana you were mine, and to stay away." He pushed away a bit, seeing the shocked look on Rodney's face, and grinned maliciously. "I also told her to tell anybody else who might be thinking about you to forget it...unless they want to deal with me."

"YOU WHAT?!" Rodney was now totally convinced John had lost his mind.

"I figured it was about time I let everyone know who you *belong* to. You're my property. I *own* you." Another kiss, and this time Rodney nearly passed out from lack of air.

"On your hands and knees." A sudden order from John, in a tone that bridged no argument and to his own surprise, and John's shock, Rodney obeyed. John's body covering his, kisses down his back, followed by fingers slowly caressing, made Rodney moan his need, but John ignored it. He stopped when he got to Rodney's ass, moving to his knees and to the side. John cupped Rodney's soft ass cheeks in his hands, and began to knead them, softly at first, then a bit firmer, listening to Rodney's moans become deeper. "Do you know how fuckable your ass is? Look Rodney...see why I love fucking you."

These words, coupled with John's actions, confirmed Rodney's thoughts that John *had* had too much to drink...it was the only time John talked dirty. Rodney wondered, a bit nervous now, of what his lover would do. Usually when John drank Holling's swill, he got frisky...this was *too* much out of character. Rodney turned to one of the mirrors, getting a rear view, watching John's hands knead his cheeks, spreading them as he caressed. John leaned down, kissing Rodney's cheeks, turning his head so Rodney could watch him. The kisses moved inward, the tongue licking its way toward Rodney's tightness. Rodney watched, his cock growing harder, pushing towards John's tongue, wanting more. The tongue slowly licked at his crack, entering slowly, and Rodney's moans came louder.

"Do you want to be fucked Rodney?" A finger slowly slid in and John rested his chin on Rodney's ass. His free hand spread Rodney wider and a second finger slid in. "Does it feel good?" He picked up his pace. "Yeah, you like watching...in and out...again and again." John pushed deeper, searching...

"John!"

...and knew he had found *that* spot. Then, as suddenly as they had given Rodney pleasure, his fingers were gone. John shifted behind Rodney and Rodney moved his eyes to the other mirror, getting a side view.

Rodney saw John's shaft resting against his ass, felt it pressing against his hole. He turned to the other mirror, and moaned at the view of John's ass, John mounting Rodney from the rear. He felt the John pushing in and focused back on the first mirror, watching John's cock slide inside, disappearing from view. John buried himself within Rodney, unmoving, his fingers caressing down Rodney's back. His hands reaching Rodney's hips, holding him steady, preventing any movement, while he pushed his cock deeper within his lover. He heard Rodney gasp, knew he had hit Rodney's prostate again and slowly slid from the tight hole, leaving Rodney confused.

John reached out, turning Rodney to face him, both men kneeling before one another. "Are you mine Rodney?" Rodney nodded. "Will you do anything for me?"

Rodney swallowed hard, but nodded again. "Good." John rested against the headboard, pulling Rodney's body atop his. He kissed Rodney softly again, slowly pushing Rodney down his body, Rodney leaving a trail of kisses behind him.

Rodney was so caught up in John's spontaneity that he didn't realize what his lover was doing. Before he knew it, his mouth was at John's cock, which was standing erect, precome gathered on the head. He glanced up at John...this was something he had never done. John had brought him off this way so many times, yet Rodney had never tasted John. He was hesitant, unsure if he *could* do this.

Rodney felt the hands in his hair, bringing his mouth closer. He kissed the head, dipping his tongue into the moisture, tasting his lover for the first time. His eyes met John's, who smiled at him. "Take it Rodney. I want to feel your mouth on my dick."

Rodney decided he didn't want to do this...not now. He braced his hands on John's hips, attempting to get some leverage to pull away.

John just held tighter, pushing Rodney's mouth onto his cock. He was carried away with his lust right now, the singular thought of *possessing* Rodney foremost in his mind. "Start with the tip Rodney...suckle on it." Rodney did as he was told. He loved to please John and John knew it. "That's it Rodney..." John arched his body, pushing his cock further into Rodney's mouth. "...you're doing just fine." He arched again, driving his cock to the back of Rodney's throat. Rodney's instinct was to swallow, which he did. John nearly lost it, biting his lower lip to stave off his orgasm. He got the same malicious smile he had earlier...it was time to have some fun.

Pulling Rodney head away from his cock, John rolled Rodney onto his back, laying Rodney's head on the pillows and knelt before him. Rodney leered at him, expecting a thorough fucking at this point. Instead, John straddled his chest, holding his own hard cock in his hand, stroking himself slowly, teasing his cock at Rodney's lips. Rodney reached out to touch it, but John grabbed both his wrists, and shook his head. "No touching...not yet...." Rodney grasped the sheets and John nodded his approval, steering his cock to Rodney's mouth.

Rodney opened his mouth, but John stayed where he was, backing off a bit when Rodney leaned forward. When Rodney lay back down, John returned his cock, leaving precome on Rodney lips, watching Rodney lick them. "You are so beautiful...I want to take you like this..." He pushed the head in. "...fuck that *hot* mouth of yours...." His cock slid into Rodney's mouth and he pulled out, only the tip remaining. Their eyes met and Rodney took his hands from the sheets, bringing them around to John's ass. He grabbed two handfuls of those luscious cheeks and pulled John's cock deep into his throat.

"Rodney!" John screamed, falling forward, bracing his hands to avoid choking him. He felt the hot tongue making love to his length, felt the fingers entering him, fucking him. "Oh God...." He tried to fight off the impending orgasm, wanting to draw this out some more. As he felt the imminent explosion, he pulled back a bit...he didn't want his lover to choke. Rodney drank what he could, the taste intoxicating, John pulling all the way out and finishing all over Rodney's face.

Rodney just licked his lips, smirking at his lover. "That was good John. Can I have some more?"

John leaned down to kiss him, licking his come from Rodney's face, a feral smile that made Rodney's heart skip a beat. "Get up and bend over."

"Huh?" Rodney was sure he had misheard, but the hand grabbing him and forcing him up told him otherwise. "John?"

"You need to learn to listen more Rodney. I said, get up and bend over the bed." Rodney hesitated and John frowned. He sat at the edge of the bed and pulled Rodney over his lap. "I say jump, you ask 'how high?' No more talking back." Rodney struggled to get up, but John just held firmer. Moving one hand over Rodney's ass, the other slid up his back, grabbing his wrists and holding tight. "Don't move."

*SMACK*! The blow was unexpected, and Rodney began to struggle for freedom. "John, what are you doing?"

"Teaching you a lesson." *SMACK*! "You need to learn who's in charge." A few more smacks and Rodney felt his cock throbbing, needing release.

"John...please...I need...need...OH GOD!" One last smack and his orgasm tore through him, all over John's lap.

John pulled him up and lay down, pulling Rodney's body atop his. A deep kiss and he broke it, licking his lips. "Sweeter then Holling's hooch."

Rodney moved back, leering at his lover. "Turn over John." John smiled and moved to his hands and knees. "Now, it's your turn to look...see why *I* love fucking *you*."

John turned to the mirror, watching as Rodney spread his cheeks, feeling the bites Rodney was leaving all over his ass. He moaned as two fingers thrust in, nearly sending him into the headboard. Rodney was stroking himself now, his cock growing hard again. "I love you John." The fingers were gone, and Rodney's cock slammed in, John's ass clenching, drawing him in further. "Oh, I *so* love fucking you!" In and out, again and again, faster and harder, hitting John's sweet spot over and over. His hand reached under them, taking John's cock, stroking in time with his thrusts, listening to the moans of "more...yes...deeper..." feeling John push back against his every thrust.

Rodney smiled. "MINE!" A triumphant shout, as he felt John come in his hand, felt his own release within John, felt himself collapsing from exhaustion.

Gentling himself from his lover, he was turned onto his back and John crawled into his arms, resting his head upon Rodney's chest.

"I love you Rodney...and wait until you find out what I've got planned for tomorrow morning." His voice was drowsy and he was beginning to fall asleep.

"I can't wait John...I can't wait."

FIN