One Night On Atlantis

by The Huntress

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/ash/huntress/onatlantis.php
Summary: John makes a confession

"Major, where are we going?" Rodney had been whining for almost ten minutes.

"It's a surprise, McKay. Don't you like surprises?"

"No."

"Now, why doesn't that surprise me?" John laughed at his own pun, which got a groan from Rodney.

Rodney rolled his eyes. "You should be beaten and flogged for that." John led him to the highest point on Atlantis, with the most breathtaking view Rodney had ever seen. And Rodney McKay had seen many. "That's a telescope."

"This is why you are a genius," John grinned. "I found it in one of the lower storage areas and sort of fixed it up. I figure we should learn all the constellations around our home."

"Home." Rodney nodded. "Yeah, it is, isn't it."

"And since Ford is not around, I figure you and I could name some of them."

"Now, Major, be nice and let the kid name at least one."

"I asked. He wanted to name two Bert and Ernie."

"Okay," Rodney snickered. "I concede. He can't name *anything*."

They took turns looking into the sky, coming up with the most ridiculous constellation names.

"John, check this one out. It looks like..." Rodney began to laugh aloud. "...spilled milk."

"Then we name that one Elsie the Cow," John laughed also.

"Yeah, okay. Hey John, this one, I swear, looks like...." Rodney turned to look at John. "Why are you staring at me."

"I wanted to tell you something," John said, ducking his head.

"Then talk," Rodney replied, staring back into the eyepiece, hearing John begin a sentence a half-dozen times, but not finishing. "What did you want to tell me John? Because I am totally clueless here." And for the first time Rodney McKay genuinely was.

"I love you."

Rodney's eyes grew wide, mouth dropping open, at a loss for words. He shut his mouth, staring at his feet, at the sky, at the ground, anywhere but at John.

"Say something Rodney."

"I...John, I'm speechless."

John reached out to cup Rodney's chin, lifting his face to get a look into those baby blues. "So beautiful," he murmured.

Rodney inhaled sharply and turned back to the telescope, staring into the eyepiece. "Yes, the stars are beautiful," he said shyly.

"I wasn't talking about the stars, sweetheart." John placed his hands on Rodney's back, slowly rubbing upwards. When his fingers reached the shoulders, John started a slow massage. "Does it feel good Rodney?" John's voice was soft, seductive and held a sharp edge.

"Yes." It was a flat reply, Rodney attempting to ignore John and his current...situation. His attempt to study the constellation failed, thanks in part to one of John's hands that slid around his waist, and John's lips, which fastened themselves to his neck, kissing up his face. It was then that John's endearment finally caught up with his (currently) addled brain. "Sweetheart?"

John's brief reply was blowing in Rodney's ear, his hands straying down Rodney's abdomen, settling between his legs. He rubbed a bit, hearing Rodney's soft moan. "Sweetheart. My sweetheart."

"You're a...oh wow...." Rodney sighed as the hands spread his legs, massaging his dick, which was slowly swelling.

"A what?" John whispered, nibbling the earlobe.

"A sap." Rodney's breathing was deepening.

"A romantic sap." John blew in his ear, lightly tonguing it. "Mine." John shifted backwards, Rodney sitting in his lap. His hands undid Rodney's pants, the button-fly undone quickly by skilled fingers. He edged Rodney's pants down a bit, sliding one hand inside to caress, the other lowering his underwear, wrapping his fist around Rodney's dick. "Ever had anyone jerk you off?"

"I think that's an intimate question," Rodney replied a bit defensively, trying to pull away.

John just held him tighter. "Rodney, I've got your dick in my hand. You can't get more intimate then that." John grasped Rodney tighter, slowly stroking. "Mmm, feels good...." John was rubbing himself against Rodney's clothed ass, feeling his own dick growing achingly hard. "You know what I want to do with you, Rodney? I want to take you to my bed and seduce you, make sweet, hot, hard love to you. I want to ram my dick into your tight virgin ass and make you beg for it." John jerked harder, his free hand lifting Rodney's shirt, touching bare flesh, teasing the nipples. "And then sweet Rodney, when I've made your ass all red and raw, I'm going to suck your cock until it's hard and stiff and you're going to fuck me until I pass out."

"Jesus John," Rodney muttered almost to himself, feeling the lips on his neck, the tongue sucking...holy shit! John was giving him a hickey. He opened his mouth to protest the same moment John pinched his nipple, instead moaning John's name. His hips pumped harder of their own volition, John jerking rougher, whispering Rodney's name as Rodney moaned his. Rodney felt the teeth sink into his shoulder, coming harder then what he considered humanly possible. He looked down, watching his come shoot all over John's fist, up and onto his bared chest, closing his eyes, head falling back to John's shoulder, literally seeing stars.

"Beautiful." John turned his head, lips brushing Rodney's. "Just beautiful." He picked up a cloth, slowly wiping the come from Rodney's chest down to his dick, almost a caress, then wiped his own hand clean. As he slowly got to his feet, he pulled Rodney up alongside, tucking him into his pants, kissing him softly. "I'm hungry. You want some chocolate?"

"Chocolate, John?"

"Yeah, chocolate. And a DVD. I borrowed The Mummy from Bates." John headed back toward the city. "I love Brendan Fraser."

Rodney wasn't quite sure how to react. "You're going to watch a movie?"

"Well," John drawled, "it's either that or bed. You don't want to go to bed, do you Rodney?"

"I-I...John, I thought we...that you...." It took Rodney a moment to see the twinkle in John's eyes. "Are you teasing me or making fun of me?"

John nearly answered with the usual snarky remark, until he saw Rodney was serious. Taking Rodney's chin in hand, he kissed him again. "I would never make fun of you." He couldn't help the smirk. "But teasing you, I thrive on that."

"Do you *really* love me?" Rodney brought his arms around John's neck, expecting the other man to pull away from such an intimate embrace, especially in a *very* public corridor.

John surprised him by wrapping his arms around Rodney's waist and pulling him close. "Since the day I shot you." The transport tube doors opened just as John leaned in for a kiss, brushing Rodney's lips as they almost tumbled inside. "And you didn't say it."

"John, I...."

John couldn't resist teasing him. He had never seen a flustered Rodney; the physicist looked awfully cute when he was confused. "You're not in love with me?"

"No that's not...."

"Then you do love me."

"John, stop it!"

"I was just teasing you again. We don't have to do anything now." The doors opened and John pulled Rodney out with him, leading Rodney to his room. John backed him to the bed, sitting up against the bedhead, pulling Rodney next to him. "Grab the remote, would ya, Rod?"

"You really want to watch a movie?"

"For now." The smirk came on autopilot; it was almost second nature to John. "I know you. You need a few minutes to process what's going on." He leaned in to taste Rodney one more time.

"I need more then a few minutes." Rodney attempted to deepen the kiss, but John pulled away.

"Let's watch the movie, share a chocolate bar and let the evening progress on its own."

"Don't you want to....?" Rodney asked.

"Of course I do, but I can wait. What I just did, that was for you and you alone. Next time will be for me."

Rodney was hesitant with his next question. "And every time after that?"

"After that, sweet Rodney, every time is for us." He stole a quick kiss and hit the play button.

Life was good and getting better all the time.

FIN