Summer

by J. M. Griffin

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asj/jmgriffin/summer.php
Summary: Summer brings a heat wave

They were having a heat wave. The cooling system began drawing too much power and suddenly shut off. A team of engineers was frantically trying to fix it. No one wanted to move. No one wanted to think about duty, or obligation, Genii, Wraith, or work.

Someone made popsicles. John grabbed a couple in lieu of breakfast, then went to find Rodney.

"Sheesh, McKay," he observed as entered the lab where Rodney was working, "It's hotter than hell in here."

Rodney looked up from where he was hunched over a blinking console. "Oh, hey, Major, um, I thought that if I did a little fiddling with the conversion factors on the cooling system, I might be able to jump start the...."

"Rodney," John said with a sigh, propping one hip on the edge of an adjacent console. "We have four, no make that five, engineers working on the problem. And you admitted yesterday that it really wasn't your field of expertise, besides, everyone else is outside.... Holy shit, what are you wearing."

As John had talked, Rodney had pushed his rolling chair back from the control panel, leaned back and stretched – revealing shorts and bare legs. John's reaction was an almost instantaneous erection, and he gave a short, sharp shake of his head, trying hard to school his face so his intense interest would not show. They were in the main lab, after all, and anyone could walk in any time.

Rodney, not at all fooled by John's lack of expression, grinned widely. "I cut off a pair of pants," he said nonchalantly, rubbing at his tee-shirted chest. "It's too hot to be encased in a uniform."

Since John's temperature had just shot up about ten degrees, he could only nod in agreement. He had a thing for Rodney's legs. Not that John minded, but Rodney was just a tad pudgy around the middle, but his legs made up for any other imperfection. In John's opinion, Rodney's legs were nothing less than spectacular: firm and well- muscled from all the running around Atlantis' corridors, with powerful thighs and graceful calves – all which John only got to see in passing as they made themselves busy with that ongoing...project they worked on in his quarters almost every evening. The sight of Rodney's sculpted legs in the not-so-cold light of day, his thighs spread and his calf muscles cleanly defined as he pushed his bare feet against the floor to keep the chair from rolling, made John's cock pulse and jump in appreciation. He swallowed hard and wasted no time shifting off the console and closing the distance between them. Swinging his knee up, he promptly straddled Rodney, settling smoothly onto his lap.

The scientist grinned lecherously, and his hands went out to encircle John's slim hips. Then he noticed the cup John held in his hands between them.

"Whatcha got?" Rodney asked.

John closed his eyes for a second, concentrating on locking the door to the lab.

Rodney laughed. "You're getting really good at doing that," he complimented his lover.

John licked his lips. "I'm good at a lot of things," he remarked, pleased when Rodney nodded in agreement. Sticking his hand down into the cup, he pulled out a toothpick with a colored ice cube on the end. "I've got popsicles."

"More than one?" Rodney's eyebrows had gone up as he eyed the ice pop.

"One for you and one for me," John assured him as Rodney bared his even white teeth and bit into the offering. He had to slurp to catch the juice, as the cube was already beginning to melt. John leaned in and helpfully licked at an errant droplet that trembled on Rodney's lip. With another bite Rodney finished off the first cube. Tossing the toothpick back into the cup, John watched him chew for a moment, and then once again licked at his cherry tinged lips. But the major didn't stop there, this time he went in for a kiss, reveling in the cold feel of Rodney's mouth, licking at his teeth and sucking on his red-stained tongue.

"Whoa, there," Rodney said after a minute, making John realize the cup was getting mashed between their bodies. Pulling back, John plucked out the other ice pop and tossed the plastic cup into another chair. He twirled the little popsicle between his thumb and forefinger and a droplet or two of sugary juice fell on his fingers.

Rodney ducked his head and tongued John's fingers clean. When Rodney bit the cube neatly in half, John didn't wait to share it with him, but immediately zoomed in for another cold, sweet kiss.

The other half of the cube was dangerously close to being dropped as John's finger clutched at Rodney's tee shirt.

"Give me that, " Rodney growled, and John shuddered at the low tone of his lover's voice and did as directed. Rodney quickly worked the cube off the toothpick. Tossing the offending piece of wood onto the floor, he popped the cube between John's waiting lips. Then it was his turn to suck and play. His cock, trapped beneath John's butt, was rock hard and aching.

"You've got too many clothes on," he rasped at John when they broke from the kiss.

John's laugh was clear and short, and he whipped his shirt off so fast, Rodney almost got hit in the nose by his hands.

A tickle of sweat ran down from John's collar bone into his chest hair, and Rodney traced it with his tongue all the way to his sternum. John dropped his face on Rodney's bent head, breathing in the scent of hair and shampoo. Rodney took the hint and kept his head down, tonguing his way to John's right nipple and latching on. John's head went back and he gasped and arched his back, and the two of them almost fell out of the chair.

With a groan, John slid back and stood up, and Rodney's fingers, never clumsy at work, fumbled at the zip of John's pants. Hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs, John divested himself of the rest of his clothes. His cock was so ready for what was to come, it curved high in front of him.

Rodney reached out and ran his thumb across John's weeping cockhead, and John looked down to see Rodney's shorts were gone and he was sitting forward on the chair with his fat cock jutting straight up, ready for action. Once again, John straddled Rodney's gorgeous thighs. The feel of Rodney's leg hair against the tender flesh of his inner thighs made John open his mouth and give a soft little exhalation of breath. His balls were nestled nicely between Rodney's legs and their cocks bobbed against each other.

"Should I...? Do you want me to...?" John started, but Rodney shushed him and slipped his hands around to cup the globes of John's butt, shifting them both so that John's knees were on the wide chair and their bodies rested together with no space between them.

"Don't you want to...?" John tried again, but gasped to a halt when Rodney took them both in hand.

"Shut up, John," Rodney told him. "We need more than sweat and spit for that," he hissed in John's ear when John's forehead came down to rest against his shoulder. "Just move with me."

John obliged, as he always obliged Rodney in these things. His hands splayed against Rodney's broad shoulders as they began to undulate against each other. Sweat and pre-cum and Rodney's talented hands made even the tiniest of movements sheer bliss.

It wasn't long before Rodney bit hard at John's collar bone and, groaning loudly, splatted his seed hotly against John's body. John rocked back and forward once more and then shot his own load onto Rodney's abdomen and chest

Replete, they hung together, hands and bodies slick with semen and sweat. Finally Rodney stirred, lapping at a bead of perspiration on John's cheek.

John groaned and slid off the chair to sit in a heap at Rodney's feet. Rodney shifted his butt back a bit and leaned his upper body forward, stretching out one arm to run a hand through the soft spikes of John's hair. John gazed up at him, such adoration on his lean face, Rodney bit his lip and looked away.

John came to his knees and put his head in Rodney's sticky lap, resting his hands on Rodney's thighs. With a sigh of contentment, Rodney slipped his fingers deep into John's hair, cradling his head, rubbing one thumb against the whirl of the cowlick he found there.

They stayed that way for a few minutes, then moved apart, both standing and stretching. Grinning at each other, they used John's briefs to mop up some of the excess, but both men were still a sticky mess under the clothing they tugged on.

Rodney sat back down in the chair, and John bent to pick up the discarded cup. Straightening, he sniffed the air.

"They're going to think you were jacking off in here," John commented as he ran one finger down Rodney's bristly cheek.

"Unless they see you leaving." Rodney gave John a smug smile.

"Everyone is out on balconies, catching a bit of sun. Everyone, that is, except the five engineers and you." John tilted his head. "Why don't you come sunbathing with me while the room airs out?"

Rodney looked down at the console and thought of the impressed looks on people's faces when he solved the air conditioning problem and cooled their home off once again. Then he thought of the look that had been in John's eyes just before he'd put his head in Rodney's lap.

"Okay," he said softly. "Yeah, that works for me."

John watched intently as Rodney got up out of the chair, his eyes going down to catch the play of leg muscles as Rodney moved. "You go first," he told the scientist. "We don't want to be seen leaving here together."

Nodding in agreement, Rodney kept his smile to himself as he strode out the now unlocked door. John followed him a few beats later, leaving just enough space between them that he got a good look at Rodney's legs and ass as the man strode purposefully through the corridors toward their favorite balcony.