One Day In Rodney's Lab

by The Huntress

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/ash/huntress/rodlab.php
Summary: John Gets Playful

"Rodney, got a minute?"

"I'm busy," Rodney said absentmindedly, head buried in an artifact.

John smiled to himself, walked over to Rodney and began to massage his shoulders. "Just five minutes Rodney and I leave you alone."

"No. Now go away."

John rolled Rodney's chair away from the table. "You don't mean that, Rodney." John came around, sitting in Rodney's lap, facing him. He bit Rodney's earlobe, tonguing the rim, knowing it to be a hot spot.

"I...God John, if you'll just stop doing that with your hand I'd be able to think straight."

"Which hand, baby? This one?" John massaged the back of Rodney's neck with his fingertips, relaxing him. He knew Rodney had been hunched over his computer all morning and would be stiff. "Or this one?" He fondled Rodney through his pants, groping hard.

Rodney's head fell forward onto John's shoulder, hips slowly pressing against John's hand, turning his head for a kiss. "I hate you John. Despise you."

"Want me to stop?" John smirked, kissing him breathless, undoing Rodney's pants, a fingertip brushing the tip. "Let me go down on you," John moaned in his ear.

"I have work to do," Rodney panted. "Lots of work."

"You can work while I suck you." John slid down, unlacing Rodney's shoes and taking them off. He looked up into Rodney's eyes, almost pleading, "Please don't say no to me." His hands rested on Rodney's legs, waiting for permission. He *always* waited for permission and he knew he would get it. "Please?"

The scientific entity known as Doctor McKay *so* wanted to tell John no, that he had important scientific studies to complete. But the moment John touched his exposed cock, the male entity known as Rodney told the scientific part of himself to piss off and gave himself over. "God John...."

John urged Rodney to raise up, removing his pants. nuzzling the fabric of the tight, white briefs Rodney chose to wear, knowing how much it turned John on, caressed the outline of Rodney's thick cock with his tongue, blowing hot puffs of air, listening to Rodney's breathing, hearing the sharp intakes of breath. "Shhh, it's only me, loving you." Both hands untucked Rodney's shirt, sliding up to Rodney's sensitive nipples, pebbling the two, rubbing his palms over them, teasing. At the same time John slid his lips over the waistband, kissing Rodney's cockhead, the tip of his tongue finding its way into the tiny slit.

"JOHN!"

Rodney's fingers tightened in his hair and John brought his hands over Rodney's, relaxing him, soothing Rodney, rubbing his cheek against Rodney's fabric-clad dick. "Take it easy lover or this will be over before it starts." He brought Rodney's hand to his mouth, kissing the palm. "I love you, remember? And I love to give you pleasure." John took Rodney's briefs off...with his teeth.

Rodney's dick sprang free and John sort of studied it for a moment, a fingertip lightly touching the length, blowing on the head, watching Rodney stiffen further before taking it into his fist. He unlaced his sneakers with his free hand, deft fingers unbuttoning his pants, never breaking the pace of his other hand, the strokes a bit slower, grip loosening. Taking Rodney's hand in his, he wrapped it around Rodney's dick, covering it with his own, encouraging Rodney to jerk himself off, setting the rhythm he wanted. When Rodney was so far gone he was doing himself, John shifted off his lap, leaning against the lab table. His sneakers were kicked off, pants pulled down just enough to take his dick out. "I know what you like best Rodney." John leered, licking his upper lip. "You like when I bottom for you. When I give myself to you, let you take control." With one hand John eased his pants down, stepping out of them. "Should I ride you, baby?" John glided forward, leaning in for a kiss as he sat back in Rodney's lap.

Rodney froze. "John, I haven't...you're not...."

"I'm loose for you," John crooned in his ear. "Been wanting you to do me since we woke up." John sat up a bit. "I opened myself for you."

Rodney held his dick still, watching John impale himself. As John sunk down, Rodney looked up at his face, still in awe that this beautiful man loved him, cherished him....

"Stop thinking, Doctor McKay," John tongued Rodney's ear again, screwing his body further down, brushing his prostate, falling backwards at the sensation.

Rodney moved on autopilot, hands resting on John's back, catching him, pulling him forward, impaling him further.

John gripped the chairback with one hand, the other taking hold of an armrest, using them for leverage...fucking himself on Rodney's cock.

"Ahh, God John, love you, love you...mmmm...." He was silenced with a hard kiss, teeth mashing against his lips, tongue forcing it's way down Rodney's throat. And that ass, God he loved John's ass, so tight and hot and all his. He loved it when John rode him, loved the little gasps of breath, the look of total ecstasy on John's face. Rodney took back some of the control, holding John's hips with a firm grip, helping John fuck himself harder, meeting all of John's movments with one of his own. "Coming...." Rodney gasped, feeling his release within John, John's lips upon his, stealing his breath again. This was swiftly followed by John shooting all over Rodney's chest, both hands gripping the back of the chair to prevent his falling. Rodney was close to passing out, he and John now entwined on the floor, which was where they'd ended up when Rodney slid off the chair, taking John with him.

"I love your dick," John murmured, fingertips caressing the softened flesh, which was twitching. "I love it when you fuck me." Rodney was swelling. "I like being on my hands and knees, you behind me, taking me hard."

"Shut up John," Rodney said with an edge, moving his hips without thinking.

"My ass loves your dick too." John turned away, kneeling before Rodney. "Fuck me again, Rodney."

"No," Rodney said, gathering himself. He pushed away, grabbing some tissues and doing a quick clean up, slowly getting dressed. "I do have work to do, Major. Now please, much as I love you, worship you, adore you...get out of my fucking lab!" He threw John's pants at him. "Go away!"

John put on his pants. "Give me my shirt." The shirt was thrown at him and John came closer, Rodney backing away. "I need my Nikes, McKay." John sat down to put them on. "You worship me? Oh, Rodney, I'm going to remind you of that at every possible moment." John finally stood, standing behind Rodney who had shoved his head back into the artifact.

"Touch me and die."

"Whatever you say." John gave him a quick kiss and sprinted out of there. He'd come back in about an hour...maybe with a tray of fruit and some melted chocolate. Yeah, that sounded good.

FIN