Scratch And Sniff

by Kouros

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/ask/kouros/scratch.php
Summary: Intimacy is a wonderful thing, expressing it is even better

John sighed and snuggled closer to the comforting warmth that was Rodney. He loved waking up in a cocoon of Rodney's arms and legs that held him, and made the most comfortable pillows he'd ever known. He smiled a tiny self-satisfied smile as he thought, 'Rodney is fluffy, not stuffy, and he's all mine.'

John opened his eyes to find Rodney looking at him. The look on Rodney's face said that he was a man who had just won the lottery. Every present he had ever wanted from Santa was under his tree, and he was a very happy man. The look, and what it meant took his breath away. He'd waited all his life to see that look; no one had ever gotten it right until Rodney. He thought of the cheerleader he had planned to marry, the last girlfriend that said she had loved him, all of the ones that had come and gone through his life and left him empty inside. Then he couldn't think because he was being kissed.

'Rodney wake-up kisses' John said, 'please remind me to leave a call for them every morning'

Rodney grinned, 'That can easily be arranged Mr. Sheppard. Would you like the rest of your wake up routine now or after coffee?'

Tilting his head on the pillow, John looked quizzically at Rodney. 'Sure, whatever you say big guy. What would that be?'

Looking in his eyes, then moving to kiss his neck, Rodney whispered in his ear, 'Just lie back, relax, and enjoy your full service lover.'

'All right! Does the service come with breakfast in bed too?'

Rodney kissed his neck, and moved his hand to the nearest nipple. John couldn't help the tiny shudder that the sensation brought to him. The gentle stroking of Rodney's fingers made it tighten immediately into a hard point. As soon as the other nipple had been caressed, Rodney began kissing his face, soft, tender kisses to his eyelids and nose, brushing his lips and then gently sucking his chin. Rodney's lips and tongue at the base of his throat would have made him squirm with the intensity of the feeling but he was far too relaxed.

'Mmmm, this is great room service; I think I should stay here more often.'

'We aim to please Mr. Sheppard, but as the saying goes, you ain't seen nothing yet. Now just be still, relax, and let our fingers do the walking.'

'Why Rodney, isn't that a mixed metaphor or something?' He was about to say more when Rodney's mouth closed over one of his very alert and sensitive nipples. Instead he took a deep breath and sighed.

Rodney laved and tongued each of the tiny nipples, then resumed sucking on them. He loved John's body, the firmness, the spare economy of flesh. John's nipples were perhaps one of Rodney's favorite things. He loved their size and color and especially the way they seemed to access a more primitive instinct, a hidden part of John's sexuality.

John was nothing if not an eager lover, but play with his nipples the right way and he turned into a sexual Tarzan. A Tarzan that screamed his way through the jungle, in search of his mate and the pleasures they could create in each other. The right nipple play could turn John into a ravening hose monster, and that was something Rodney could never get enough of, no matter how many times he watched it happen. Rodney smiled at that thought, and blew a tiny raspberry on said nipple. John made a sound; it wasn't a laugh exactly but close enough. Rodney liked hearing John, he liked the noises that happened when John let go and let himself be in the moment.

The sounds were cut short in favor of a deep breath, as Rodney's hand dropped to John's now erect cock. His fingers softly traced its length, almost tickling it. Then, deftly, they brushed lower to his balls. They sought the warm space between his legs and then with infinite care, lifted John's balls, cupping them gently and pulling them down so they were fully relaxed. His hand stroked them, petted them, coaxed them until they ceased the erotic movements reflexes caused them to make when being handled, and lay still and safe in his hand.

As John luxuriated in the sensations from Rodney's hand he became aware of Rodney's lips again. This time, they kissed his shoulder and his tongue flicked out to lick at his skin. Rodney's nose nudged him, and he felt his arm lifted, then warm breath in his armpit. Rodney very obviously sniffed him. 'Mmm. John, you smell so good. So you. So mine. I wish I could wear your scent on me, I wish you could mark me as your territory, like some feral animal.' Breathing deeply, he growled deep in his throat and then began to lick.

John was deeply affected by the way Rodney cared for him. Rodney was brilliant, irascible, egocentric in a hundred ways, and at the same time he was the most sensuous and hedonistic lover he'd ever known. There were subtle things that went right over some peoples' heads, but they were major points for Rodney. As John felt his armpit being sniffed and licked, Rodney's hand began to slowly move on his scrotum.

The fingers that gently moved across his skin began to curl, and John felt a wave of heat wash over him. 'Rodney, what are you doing?'

Rodney lifted his face from John's arm and said, 'I thought it was obvious, I'm scratching your balls. It's one of the things you do every morning when you first wake up. Today, I'm doing it for you.'

'Oh.'

The heat that flooded into his face was palpable. Rodney was so sensitive, so intimate in the way he expressed himself. John was overwhelmed, his mind almost overcome with the pleasure and thrill that his lover was touching him this way. His most intimate places, more so, in some strange way than his cock or kissing his lips. It was heady and sensual and so powerful it left him breathless.

Rodney moved to his other side, hands switching and his mouth beginning on his other arm. The pleasure simply kept coming. John stroked the back of Rodney's head with one hand and clutched at the sheets with the other. 'Rodney! Oh baby, this is so good, so incredible, so damn weird and wonderful. I can't believe how you make me feel.' The strangeness of the sensations washed over him like waves on the shore.

The sensations are so gentle and so not directly sexual, John thought. No, that was wrong; they were sexual, but not sexual in ways that John had ever experienced. It was different with Rodney, he made every feeling so vivid, so Technicolor bright in his senses. The power Rodney had over his body, the intensity of what he was doing to him made it difficult for John to think. He struggled not to move, he wanted to give Rodney free access to his body.

Rodney moved his hand to brush the backs of his finger tips against John's shaft. The hard cock leapt up, pulsing with heat. He trailed his fingers lightly across it, never grasping it, only giving feather soft touches and strokes.

John moaned, the pleasure was so intense, so light and gentle but so hot, he was unsure how to respond. The teasing pleasure left him wanting to grab Rodney and slam their bodies against each other, but that would break this spell, this incredible mood of slow, lazy, passion. His cock was so hard, so full of yearning for more sensation. Whining wasn't an option for him, but he wished it was.

'Rodney, please,' he whispered.

'Please what John? Tell me what you want baby, I'll give you anything you want.'

John groaned. That was Rodney in a nutshell. He would do just what he said. He had proved it time and again; John's wishes were Rodney's commands. He adored him and worshipped him in a way that John had never experienced. No one had ever loved him like Rodney. No one had ever made him feel like they shared the same skin, moved in the same moment. Rodney was like breath for him, his need was so great.

'Please, Rodney, I need to come.'

'Then come, John. You can do it whenever you want.' Rodney's hand lightly brushed across John's cock and settled again on his balls, to resume their seductive scratching. John moaned and thrust upward, his body instinctively moving to seek more contact.

Rodney resumed his sniffing, his tongue playing a soft game with John's skin and occasionally pressing it against his teeth to nip at it ever so lightly. John was moved to a place that he had never been before. In a lifetime of sensual pleasures, no other lover had done this; the pleasure was so intense and so unusual. 'Are you trying to torture me? Rodney, please!' he said through clenched teeth. 'I need to come.'

Rodney nipped at his pale skin, reveling in the sensory banquet that was John Sheppard. 'So come, baby. Anytime you want to. I'll be right here waiting to take care of you when you do.'

A small cry of dismay escaped John. It was the wrong answer! He wanted Rodney to move his mouth onto his cock and suck him deeply. He wanted to feel the back of Rodney's throat, hot and impossibly tight as it spasmed around the head of his dick while he shot geysers of come down Rodney's throat. He wanted more!

But did he? The soft caresses of Rodney's hand were doing things to his balls, and his cock was a gooey mess as it oozed precome that dripped down onto his belly.

Rodney moved his lips, and John wanted to scream as they sought and found his nipple. The lips that caressed him were suddenly bold and sucking him fiercely. Rodney lightly bit down and with a stunned and ecstatic look on his face John began to come.

His semen burst forth from his aching cock. Streamers of come flew through the air across Rodney's head and arm and some landed on John's face. The air immediately filled with the rich and masculine scent of it, so unique and so erotic. Rodney continued to suck on his nipple, and his hand ever so gently massaged his balls, squeezing them and pulling them so tenderly John felt almost like they were floating.

He gasped and moaned as his orgasm shook him over and over. It was the strangest and most powerful thing that he had ever experienced with a lover.

Rodney held him, softly stroking his skin, making long trails from his hips to his throat. As the tension left his body he slumped into the bed. John was limp in every sense of the word, wrung out, blissed out, and so full of emotion he wanted to burst. Rodney, his Rodney, had made him feel this way. It was like a revelation, an epiphany of pleasure that could never be explained, only experienced.

John looked down at Rodney's face. The love he saw there was overwhelming. 'Thank you, baby, that was incredible,' John said very softly.

'You're welcome John. I hope it was good for you.' There was doubt in Rodney's face, as well as desire.

The hurt John felt stabbed his heart momentarily for the insecurity he could see in Rodney. A man so beautiful and so full of passion should never question his place. In the privacy of his own mind, John once again vowed to love Rodney so much he would never again doubt his own worth.

He looked in Rodney's eyes and said, 'Rodney, whatever happened back then, whatever it was that hurt you so much, I want you to know its different now. I swear to you Rodney, you are precious to me. Loving you isn't an option for me; I couldn't survive a day without you ever again.' John's fingers found their way to touch the face of his lover, stroking softly and tracing his features. 'I don't just want you baby, I need you, you're essential to my continued well being.'

John pulled Rodney to his lips and kissed him. Their tongues meeting and greeting like old friends shaking hands. They kissed for moments or minutes or hours until Rodney pulled away. He began licking John's cheek then going to his chin and neck, cleaning his pungent essence and occasionally looking up at John.

Too soon for an erection, John felt his cock twitch and his balls stir just the same. The sight of Rodney cleaning him up was almost too much to bear. It was sensual and suddenly amusing in some strange alternate universe that only Rodney could create or imagine. He loved Rodney, and he hoped it showed in his face as he softly said, 'Attention employees, cleanup on aisle 10.'

Rodney snorted, finished licking him clean, and then said, 'So how was your wake up, Mr. Sheppard? I trust you enjoyed the scratch and sniff service.'

John's was utterly content as he looked at him. 'Oh yeah, please remind me to leave that call again. It was the best way to wake up ever, and by the way, please remind me to give the help a really, really, big tip.'

Rodney grinned and settled on top of him, kissing his face and pressing a rigid cock into the hollow of his thigh. 'I will indeed, Mr. Sheppard, and the management would also like to say that we hope you come again, very soon.'

John wrapped his legs around Rodney and as he pulled him closer he said, 'Thanks very much. I think I will.'

End