Pleasure Zone

by The Huntress

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/ash/huntress/pleazone.php
Summary: How 'Hot Zone' *should* have ended

"Your voice cracked," Rodney snickered as he and John headed towards the transport tube. Both men were tired and worn out and they basically dragged themselves to their living quarters.

"It did not!" John fired back.

Rodney stopped at his 'front door'. "Yes it did. When you were at the EMP and you said, 'I'm gonna be fine, right?' your voice cracked." He leaned against the door. "Well, thank you Major, for walking me home."

"Rodney," John leaned in close, lips at Rodney's ear, "can I come in for a while?"

"Why?"

"To talk." John pulled back.

"Ah...of course," Rodney nodded and John thought the door open, backing Rodney inside.

John walked forward, eyes darkening as they gave Rodney the once over.

Rodney continued to walk backwards, away from John, who was acting rather strangely, flinching for a moment as the door shut. "So, what do you want to, um, talk about?" He backed into a chair, thankful he could sit down and rest, but found himself with a lap full of Major facing him.

"We don't have to talk," John whispered, hands on Rodney's shoulders, leaning forward. Any words Rodney was going to speak were cut off by a chaste kiss. "Rodney," John moaned the name, fingers carding in Rodney's hair, dick swelling, mouth swooping in as Rodney was ready to speak, taking advantage of the open mouth and sealing his own over it. His tongue slipped inside, John getting his first real taste of the man he'd grown to love, to cherish more then life itself.

Rodney managed to tear his lips away. "I'm not...."

John was stealing his breath again, finally allowing them both to breathe. "You could have died," he murmured, pulling back a bit, a shy smile crossing his face.

The genius with the IQ of two hundred and forty-seven finally got it. Of course it didn't hurt that John had closed his eyes, resting his forehead against Rodney's, an Athosian custom of affection.

John cared about him. Cared for him.

John loved him.

And John was tilting his head, leaning towards Rodney's lips again.

"I'm not gay," Rodney blurted out. "Not even bisexual."

John's mouth was poised to kiss Rodney's again and he froze, lips an inch away. "Oh."

Rodney laced his fingers behind John's neck. "But that's about to change." He initiated a kiss this time, falling into it, losing himself in John. It didn't take more then a few moments for Rodney to begin shaking in John's arms, John pulling back, a bit surprised.

"Rodney, you're crying." For some reason it was the last thing John expected.

"A Naquadria blast. You could have...what if you hadn't flown far enough away? What if you got caught in the shockwave?"

"I didn't," John soothed, lifting Rodney's eyes to his, wiping the tears away. "It was your idea and I knew it would work. I had faith in you."

"You had faith in me?"

"Of course I did, McKay. You are by far the smartest man I have ever met." He kissed Rodney again. "And I love you."

"Why?" Rodney innocently asked.

John looked heavenward, somewhat amused by the reaction. "Why, he asks." Eyes back on Rodney, suddenly laughing, standing up, taking Rodney with him. "Because I do." He backed Rodney against the wall, palms resting on either side of Rodney's head, licking Rodney's lips. "Do you love me, Rodney? Please say you do."

"Major, I'm afraid if I say it I'll wake up and find out this is just a wet dream."

"If you say it? Does that mean you're thinking it?" John stared into Rodney's eyes, receiving a silent nod. "That's good enough..." John leaned in, "...for now." He kissed Rodney for all he was worth, forcing his tongue inside Rodney's mouth, pressing his clothed hard-on against Rodney's, undulating his hips. One hand wandered down, fondling Rodney's ass, pulling him close, grinding their bodies together. The other wound itself in Rodney's hair, deepening the kiss, John growing harder as Rodney moaned into his mouth. Slipping his hand inside Rodney's pants, John groped soft flesh, returning the moans. A finger strayed between the folds...John noticed something was wrong when Rodney stopped kissing him back, when his hands left John's waist, dropping back to his sides. John quickly slid his hands up, resting them on Rodney's hips. "I won't touch you there if you don't want me to."

"I don't know what I want, John."

"I can wait until you're ready," John soothed, cupping Rodney's chin so he could look into his eyes again, studying the sadness he found there, noticed the slight frown, wondering when he learned to read his scientist so well. "Rodney, I love you. That's not going to change anytime soon, I swear it." He blew in Rodney's ear, enjoying the reaction he received. "For now, there are other things we can do." John dropped to his knees, nuzzling Rodney's crotch, chewing the fabric. Looking up, he watched Rodney's eyes close, heard the soft moaning resume. He undid Rodney's pants, sliding them down just enough to free Rodney's erection, taking the length in the palm of one hand while the other caressed with a featherlight touch. John's tongue left a trail of wet lines behind his fingers, as he listened to Rodney's breathing, paying close attention to his new lover. He didn't need Rodney going into emotional overload. He blew on the tip, kissing it, giving Rodney his sweetest smile, at least he thought so.

John was like a porno movie come to life.

"A porno movie, Rodney?"

Rodney opened his eyes to see John staring up at him. "I said that aloud?"

"It's the nicest compliment I ever received." John grasped Rodney's hips, taking the hard cock as deep as he could, hands sliding to Rodney's ass, sliding his mouth up to suckle on the head, one hand slowly, gently fondling his balls, moving to Rodney's dick, jerking him slowly, his tongue pressing into the tiny slit. John felt the grip on his shoulders tighten, knowing that he was keeping Rodney in a vertical position. And it turned him on.

God, he wanted to be inside Rodney, to bury himself in the heat, to pleasure him. But Rodney wasn't ready, he needed time...and Rodney needed to be seduced, oh yes he did. It could take days, weeks...but eventually Rodney would say yes and John would make love with him, teach him to make love with John. His brain shut down and he swallowed, one finger again straying to Rodney's ass, this time Rodney opening to him, relaxed. A brief glance up showed Rodney's eyes closed as he babbled the most obscene phrases, each and every one going straight to John's dick. He placed one of Rodney's hands on the back of his head, setting a rhythm, moaning himself as Rodney held his head steady, before releasing him and thrusting back inside.

"GODJESUSJOHN...OH FUCK...I...I...COMING...OHGOD!" Rodney's head smacked into the wall when he came but he didn't feel a damn thing; the only sensations he had were heat and wetness and total and complete release. He blacked out, not knowing he was chanting "Love you, John," over and over as the darkness overtook him.

~~~

The first thing Rodney noticed as he came to was that he was in bed. The next thing was that he was clad only in his boxers and the realization that there was another body in his small bed. Slowly turning his head, he had to chew on his lower lip to stave off the giggle that threatened.

John Sheppard was asleep beside him...and drooling. Rodney pushed him and John rolled over...right onto the floor.

"RODNEY!"

Rodney leaned over the side. "Oops. Forgot how small the bed is."

"We'll have to get a bigger bed." John raised himself to his knees, resting his arms on the bed, giving Rodney that stupid grin again. "Hi."

Rodney smiled shyly. "You drool."

"Kids drool. I salivate. Besides, you...salivate also."

"Do not."

"Yes Rodney, you do. I watched you sleep for a while." John nearly giggled himself. "Boxers with Snoopy on them?"

"Major, I swear, if you tell anyone...."

"I won't, I promise." John grew smug. "By the way, just before you passed out you kept saying, 'I love you John' again and again."

"About what you did to me. I never felt anything...John, it was amazing."

"Are you telling me you've never had a blow-job before?" John watched, amused as Rodney's cheeks turned crimson and he burrowed under the blanket. "Rodney, stop hiding." John pulled the blanket down, exposing Rodney's face, seeing the blue eyes brighter then normal. "Can I do it to you again?"

"You want to do it again?!" The surprise was evident in Rodney's tone. "Why?"

"Why not?!" John shot back.

"Because you...just because."

"Ah, the McKay logic strikes again. Because. What a genius-like answer." John pulled the covers down, rubbing Rodney through his boxers. "And to answer you, because you liked it. Because I think it made you happy. Because I love you."

"Why?"

"Why do you love me?" John countered.

"I don't know," Rodney replied rather shyly, a small smile on his lips. "I just...I just do."

"Talk, Rodney." John leaned in, kissing Rodney's neck. "Tell me why."

"You're special and I don't mean because of the gene. You're kind and you make people laugh. Me, I just piss people off."

"Ah, but that's part of your charm." John laughed again, stroking Rodney's sides, hearing an actual giggle coming from the physicist. "Ticklish?" John didn't wait for an answer, one hand sliding down Rodney's boxers, taking his dick in hand with a firm grip.

"John...." Rodney sighed, eyes rolling back, thrusting into John's hand.

"Shhh, let me take care of you, Rodney." John knelt between Rodney's legs, tongue and teeth making their way up, one hand fisting Rodney's dick, the other smoothing a path up and down his chest. "Stay with me," John murmured, fingers discovering Rodney's nipples, pinching one. Rodney screamed, but it was clearly a shout of pleasure so John pinched the other. When the shouting turned to moaning, John played with both nipples, palms sliding over them, teasing them, while his mouth teased Rodney's thickening dick. One hand strayed, a finger sliding inside, Rodney bearing down, sliding his dick into John's mouth. John pulled the finger out as he swallowed, shoving it back in as he raised his head. Rodney was rocking against him harder and John returned the next time with two fingers, hearing yet another shout of pleasure. Damn, scratch the idea of days or weeks...Rodney was ready for him now.

"John, don't stop...oh God, please don't stop." Rodney was almost frantic, hips thrusting in rhythm with John's fist.

"Take it easy," John soothed, pulling back. "I need to take my clothes off."

"Too slow," Rodney whispered as he sat up, untucking John's shirt, his own fingers finding their way to John's nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger, feeling them harden. He nipped at John's neck, licking a path up his face, nibbling on his ear.

John was doing his best to get his pants undone, but his hands just weren't cooperating. Then Rodney's hands were covering his, helping him undo them, John standing to get them off. Once he managed to get them off Rodney pulled him forward, his dick slid between Rodney's lips, dizzy himself from the warm wetness that was Rodney's mouth. He didn't even consider that Rodney had never done this before, his body taking over, fingers carding in Rodney's hair, holding his dick deep. "Ah, Rodney, you're a natural. Yeah, suck it like that...yeah...oh fuck...ahh, yes...gonna come...." Rodney tried to pull back but John wouldn't allow it, holding his hair tighter, fucking Rodney's mouth. Just before he came he pulled out, his cream shooting all over Rodney's face. He dropped down, kissing Rodney hard, tongue mapping Rodney's mouth. "So beautiful...love you so much."

"I thought you would...."

"Ah, Rodney, babe, when you get more experience, I will come down your throat and watch you drink every drop. But for now, God it was..." John grinned, "...erotic, coming all over you." He licked Rodney's face. "I taste so good on you."

"I thought we were going to make love," Rodney said softly.

"Shh, we're going to." John kissed him some more, feeling his dick swelling, amazed he was growing hard again immediately. He looked around, smiling as he saw the tube of lotion, thankful he saw the word 'unscented' on the label. "Lay down on your back." He reached for the tube.

"My back?"

"Rodney, I have to see your face when I make love with you."

Rodney looked at him with such affection and trust that John had to fight the urge to come again. Rodney was beautiful. Rodney was special. Rodney owned John's heart and it had taken him so long to discover that. If Rodney had died...John pushed the thought from his mind. Rodney was here, he was alive, they were both alive and John would not allow any more moments to pass them by. It was only now that he knew how precious life was, how short it could be. They could very well die at any moment, whether it was on a mission or, as had recently been the case, in their home, on Atlantis. He was so nervous that when he squeezed out the lotion it got all over and he heard Rodney laugh and he found himself laughing with him, but managed to get it together, slicking himself, wiping his hand on the sheet, his face growing serious as he knelt between Rodney's legs.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Yes."

It was one simple word, but it meant more to John then anything. Rodney was giving himself over, Rodney loved him, cared for him, as much as he loved and cared for Rodney. How could he have been so blind? As John pushed inside he watched every nuance of Rodney's face, so frightened of causing his lover pain. Rodney opened to him, drawing John in slowly, wincing a bit. "Rodney, am I hurting you? Please tell me I'm not."

Rodney framed John's face in his palms. "No, you could never hurt me, I swear to you." He drew John in for a kiss, moaning softly, feeling brief pain, replaced quickly by pleasure. John's balls were resting against his ass now, John was buried within him and it felt good, so good. Rodney was fargone, on the verge of blacking out again, but John's voice brought him back.

"Oh babe, so fucking tight...God...never had a virgin ass before." John raised himself a bit, placing Rodney's legs on his shoulders, holding his dick within the heat, rolling his hips, easing out, the tip of John's dick resting at Rodney's hole, teasing him. "Tell me you're MINE. Tell me there will NEVER be anyone else...EVER." He eased back in, holding himself steady, brushing Rodney's prostate again and again.

"Just you...." Rodney's vision blurred again and he did his best to stay awake and aware.

"Mine...all mine, Rodney." John was almost crooning between breaths. "Clench your ass around my dick...yeah, oh yeah, just like that...fuck, Rodney, again!"

"So good...I never knew...." Rodney was murmuring softly, though John could hear every word. He met each movement down with a thrust up, finding a rhythm with John, head dropping back, eyes shut tight, feeling everything that was John.

John was losing it. Rodney was tight, Rodney was hot, Rodney was squeezing his dick so hard...John didn't want it to end, he didn't want to come, didn't want to let go of this.

Heaven. Nirvana. Paradise.

John watched Rodney's face, his giddy smile, "Open your eyes and look at me," the blue eyes bright with wonder, "Come for me."

Rodney came all over them, sending John spiraling into an orgasm of explosive proportions.

All Rodney did was pass out again.

~~~

Rodney woke and reached over, a bit surprised when he grabbed empty space. "John?" He cracked his eyes open a bit as his door opened and John walked in with a smile...and a tray of food.

"I really need to make sure you eat," John told him flatly as he set the tray down.

"Huh?" was Rodney's only reply as he stepped out of bed and made his way to the washroom, coming out a moment later, John guiding him to the table.

"Rodney, babe, I like to think I'm good, but you passed out twice on me. My ego is secure enough to know that you didn't pass out both times from what I did."

"You don't know that," Rodney said.

John leaned down to kiss him on the cheek. "Yeah, I do." He sat down opposite Rodney, eating his own food. "We're taking today off. No labs, no jumper repairs, no nothing. Today, Rodney, today is for us."

"Does this mean we get to go back to bed?" Rodney asked, in between bites of pancakes.

"If you want. But I was thinking, maybe we could go to the mainland for a day or two, relax, just spend some time together. Have you ever looked at clouds, Rodney? Played that game where you see what shape they are?"

"No. I never did stuff like that. It's kind of childish."

"Even when you were a kid?"

"I wasn't allowed," Rodney said sadly. "I was always working. Mom said I had to keep my grades up."

John grinned at him. "How about I give you an 'A' just for agreeing to come with me?"

"John," Rodney smirked, "I will come with you anytime, anywhere, in any position."

"For that, Rodney," John leaned in for a kiss, "I'll give you an A-plus."

FIN