The Toy 3

Cookies By Moonlight

by Kouros

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/ask/kouros/toy03.php
Summary: John always keeps his promises

Rodney is puttering around the camp, touching some things, looking at others, and in general exercising his curiosity. Clearly, camping out has never been an activity that he spent much time doing. I plan to remedy that situation and spend lots of time doing this with him. He needs a break from Atlantis and so do I.

I'm enjoying him. Watching him explore, I can almost see the mental wheels spinning. His face is so expressive and he goes from one moment of wonder to another. It's so like him, so Rodney. This is the essential characteristic that made him the number one scientist in his field.

He looks a bit clumsy sometimes on the missions, but it's not like he ever trained to be on a team outside of a lab. Once he's had some more field experience he'll shape up just fine. In fact, I think his shape is already fine. Just enough padding to make him comfortable to be with. Now that I have him out of uniform I can appreciate the nice padding he has in all the right places. Who would have thought Rodney has a butt that luscious hiding under all the frumpy science jumpers?

"Rodney, why don't you come sit down, buddy?" I pat the mattress next to me, where we've stacked some rushes for a soft bed. The air mattress is on top of them, and they make a nice smell as well as provide a soft base. Rodney is looking at me so I pat the mattress again, I want him to be here, next to me.

"Sit down? John, I'm busy trying to figure out why the camp is set up the way it is and why we should do it this way. Or not do it this way, and anyway why would I want to sit down now?"

I can see his eyebrows start to climb. It's just dawned on him, I'm asking him to come sit with me, time to get him in my arms.

A shy grins steals across his lips, "I guess I could sit down for a while, we've been very active today, and it might be nice. uh yes, I will."

He chatters when he's nervous. I like it when he does. The genius can speak for hours on so many topics, lecture spontaneously and explain details other people don't know exist, and now he's nervous because he's going to sit next to me. It makes me feel like I'm the quarterback in school again and just asked the head of the cheerleaders to sit next to me at lunch. She said yes, and now I want Rodney to say yes. She may have been the prettiest girl in the school, but how much better is it when the smartest guy on the planet agrees to sit next to me? I can imagine myself pumping my arm saying "yes!" like I just won the lottery. Funny image, but it feels kinda nice, kinda like I must be pretty cool if I can make Rodney feel a little nervous, a little excited. Go me.

Rodney sits down, he's next to me but not touching so I reach over and put my arm across his shoulders. For just a second he tenses and then, sort of slides down a little closer to me. For a while there's silence. Rodney tilts his head back and looks at the stars. He's thinking hard I can tell, so I tilt my head back to look at them too. It's nice to share this, nice to feel so calm as if we have eternity to sit here looking at stars and wondering about the future.

"Think we'll ever get to them all?" I say.

Rodney shakes his head. "Not in our lifetimes John, but maybe some of our descendants. It's possible with all the new technology we're discovering, or rediscovering as the case may be."

For a moment I think he's going to start a lecture on relativity and Gating physics, then he seems to catch himself and just looks at me, smiling. I tilt my head and touch his in mock Athosian style. He laughs.

We're together. I am brimming with the excitement and yet it's so cool and sweet to take it slow with Rodney. He knows I love him, more important, he knows I like him, but he's had a long time of being alone and it's not always his instinct to relax. I want to change that, every time I'm with him I want to erase the past for him. I want Rodney to be with me completely. I'm not sure he can, but I want him to feel he belongs to me, and make it so real for him that the past has no power over him.

"John, I really enjoyed dinner, thank you for cooking. I would have been happy with MREs you know, but the. whatever that animal was, tasted great. A lot like chicken!" And he laughs gleefully.

His appetite is legendary and how in the world can he actually like MREs? Oddly enough though, he does, and airline food too which is just weird. He's one of a kind, my Rodney.

"Rodney, tell me you did not set me up just to say that?" I look at him in mock fierceness.

Barely choking back his amusement, he says, "Not at all John, but it was too good to pass up an opportunity like that."

I pull him closer to me and we relax together, lying on the mat and feeling the warmth of our bodies. It's good, so good to be here with him. Rodney makes me feel so many things I never thought I would. I like it, being more aware, more in touch with myself. Feelings are good, and passionate feelings are even better.

I'm a pale reflection of him though, he's all light and fireworks on the inside. Rodney is a man of deep passions, he has always shown that in his work, now he gets to show me the rest of them. And he does. Every time we kiss he comes alive in my arms and it's almost electric. His emotions skitter and dance like the lighting does around the spires and towers in Atlantis. It's beautiful to me to see him come alive.

Rodney nuzzles me like a puppy, I've let myself get too absorbed for the moment and he wants attention. "Hey, stay right there, K?" I say as I move away and stand up.

He looks at me with one of those, "I'm ok, you go on and do whatever, I don't need you" looks that break my heart and makes me want to hurt whoever it was that made him so insecure. One day we'll be able to talk about the past and we'll make the present into whatever we want. No more Band-Aids over the hurt, I'll love him into security. I wish I could fix it now, but it takes time.

For now, I brush my lips against his cheek, and say "You worry too much, big guy. I'm just going to the jumper. I'll be right back." Then I give him the eyebrow waggle and grin at him. His mouth quirks up at the corners, it's not quite a smile but it's a start and I know he liked it. I'm gonna make sure he keeps on liking it too, and one day it will be a real smile. A smile just for me.

I trot into the jumper and retrieve my bag of goodies. Rodney is going be so surprised. When I return he's lying there looking at the stars again, but he sees me and his face lights up. "What's that?" he asks.

I sit and pull him up so we face each other. "Just a little something I asked Teyla to fix me up with. She had one of the Athosian women bake them for me."

"John, what in the world would you want from the Athosians? Their kitchens primitive! They aren't much better than the one this campsite has and besides, how would you know if you liked anything they cook? You're so odd sometimes, you know that?" He laughs and shakes his head.

"Ah yes, Rodney, how would I know if I liked their cooking? Well the answer is I don't know, but you are about to find out. Now what I want you to do is close your eyes and open your mouth."

He looks at me almost with apprehension. "Are you serious John? I'm not going to." He stops and licks his lips, and my eyes are drawn to his mouth.

All I can think of is the first time we had sex. The first time he took me in his mouth and he sucked me till I came. It was beyond hot to see him loving me like that, and it made me feel like a god. He swallowed. Nobody ever did that for me before. And then he let me know he liked it.

The memory of it rushes over me and I can see Rodney on his knees in front of me. He was so careful and cautious at first, unsure of his own desires and unsure of how to please me. But he did please me, so much.

The sight of him looking up at me as he sucked me deeper and deeper, the feel of his tongue on the underside of my cock, his hands on my ass pulling me to him, it made my knees weak. Then the sounds he made as he moved me in and out of his sweet mouth, the sounds that filled his throat and vibrated up to his wet lips that made me come faster than I would have believed was possible. Then when I was weak from the pleasure, Rodney, so loving and strong, holding me, keeping me balanced so I wouldn't fall over and the whole time nuzzling my cock.

It was better than good, it was transcendent and he was shy and not sure if he had done it right. He wanted to please me so much. If I hadn't loved him before that, I couldn't have stopped myself then. That's why I have to do this for him, I have to show him and make him see how much he means to me. He has to know beyond all doubt that I want him forever, he has to be mine.

Then he swallows hard and says "OK, I'll try it, but if it's disgusting I'm spitting it out." I can't stop the chuckle that escapes me.

He closes his eyes and tilts his head back, opens his mouth, and I quickly take a piece out of my secret stash and feed it to him. Before he closes his mouth, his tongue brushes against my fingers. His lips are soft and moist, sucking at them and suddenly, with no warning, my pants are too tight and I can hardly remember what I'm doing.

Rodney chews and then he starts to moan. He swallows, his eyes open, and he smiles at me, "That's delicious! Amazing! How in the world did you get them?"

"Well, how is unimportant Rodney, the issue at hand is that I knocked your cookies off the desk because I had to have you, but I promised I would get you more. I may be a naughty boy, but I keep my promises Rodney. Always." I want it to come out light and funny but looking in his eyes, I'm dead serious. I can't help myself, I never felt this with the cheerleader in high school, never felt it with my prom date or even the almost fiancée. The emotions I'm feeling are new for me, inspired by the ones I see in Rodney. We seem almost like reflections of each other.

"John, I never doubted you. I know you promised, but the cookies aren't important really, not. not now. I hadn't thought about them, I had forgotten really, but that's because having you is better than cookies."

I can't help myself I just burst out laughing. "Rodney, that is the first time in my life I've ever been compared to a cookie. And wow, I'm better! I love you, you know that?" I've never said it to him. Even in the dim light of the stars I can see him blushing, he's beautiful.

This is awful and wonderful. I'm better than cookies and it makes me feel high knowing it. Rodney likes me.

Before I can even blink his lips are on mine, hot and sweet and his mouth tastes like the cookie and like Rodney and that is nothing but good. I feel his arms around me, pulling me to him and I'm out of breath and falling back onto the mat. The way his mouth moves on mine is relentless and devouring and so hot I want to squirm away just to recover my breath. I want to, but I want to feel him more, and my hands just keep finding ways to hold him tighter to me.

When Rodney rolls on top of me, I feel his erection, thick and beefy as it shoves against my hip. God I love this, I love his body and his cock and his lips. I feel him humping at me as his tongue plays games with mine. I grab at his shirt and then he's helping and his pants are gone quickly too. Then his hands are pulling my shorts down and I'm glad to be naked.

"John, if I had all of eternity, I could be happy just looking at you, at your body. You're so beautiful to me. I love you too."

For Rodney that was an epic statement, it was the Constitution and the Gettysburg Address and Einstein's Theory of Relativity all rolled up in a few words. He's a smooth talker about science, but not good with saying how he feels. I think that was a mighty fine job he just did. Now I feel like I'm glowing because he loves me so much. His eyes and his body tell me everything that he still can't bring himself to say.

As we kiss and roll against each other, he has one hand behind my head and one roaming all over my back. It's a safe bet I'm not getting away from him at this point. He's got me right where I want to be. Rodney has the moves down, he's new at this but he's very good, it must be the genius thing.

Before I know it he pulls away. "John, um, I know you are the eternal Boy Scout, did you bring the uh, stuff?"

"Yes sir, I did." And I pull out a small bottle from under the mattress. "Just slick yourself and we are all systems go."

He tilts his head and looks at me, then faster than I would have expected he's touching me. His fingers seek out and probe me, checking and exploring. Then his face gets this funny look and his eyes get big and he's smiling like he just got a Christmas present. "You. you prepped ahead for me?"

"You got it Big Guy, I told you to stay prepped for me, you think I wouldn't do it for you? This may come as a surprise, Dr. McKay, but I enjoy having that big scientific instrument of yours inside me." I'm going for jaunty, no point in attempting to compete with him in the snarky department, and he gets the idea pretty damn fast.

"Then by all means Major, let me give you what you want. It's not a P90, but I hope you'll find it satisfactory." And he's slicking himself and his fingers brush against my butt as he's guiding himself into me.

It feels like he's breaching me with a fence post for a moment, then the head is inside and I can breath. My body hasn't known this sensation often, but it's rapidly learning to adjust. It won't be very long before Rodney can be less gentle. I'm looking forward to the day he can just take me.

He sees me trying to relax, trying to breathe so my muscles will unclench. His hand strokes my chest and he gives me soft kisses all over my face. My body uncoils and my hips tilt, and like magic Rodney is sliding deeper inside of me.

Every inch that slips into me feels so much bigger than the last, his thickness is crowding me, moving me, oh fuck, he's filling me so there's no more room. I feel his scratchy hair and his flat pelvis pushes my legs even farther apart. I'm skewered on his cock. He's impaled me with that massive piece of meat and I can hardly stand it because it feels so intense.

I wrap my legs around him and hold him. He settles into my arms and resumes kissing me, but now he adds licking to the arsenal of weapons he's using to destroy every thought in my head. He pulls my arm up and kisses the pulse spot, it makes me shiver. His tongue is tracing higher and I can see him following the vein. He stops and breathes me, he's scenting me, as if I'm something he's about to devour. His breath is all over my skin and then he moves to lick my neck. I can't think, I can barely breathe, and I want to hold him in my arms forever.

Looking up at his face, watching the play of emotions, or watching the muscles of his arms and shoulders, Rodney is poetry in motion. He's not all muscled and lean, but everything about him is sensual, and he's full of expression. His nipple are pink and as he moves himself inside me they get smaller and tighter and more erect.

He gasps when I lean up and begin to suck one of them. Soon he's moaning and saying my name and suddenly, in an instant, I know why I'm addicted to Rodney.

Do I love him? Yes, there's no doubt that I do, but this is some thing else, some thing I can barely wrap my mind around but I know it's true. Rodney is the most responsive, most vibrant lover I've ever had. Being with him, even now when we're still learning each other, has spoiled me for anyone else.

With every touch, every kiss, every movement, Rodney becomes more and more animated, more alive, and more desirable. He's the lover I always dreamed of, the one that trembles at my touch, the one that hungers for me and makes me feel like I'm everything. So what if I never thought it would be a man? It's Rodney, and he's mine.

"John, you're so good. Have I told you that you're my own private action figure that has come to life?" He whispers in my ear, and I'm back in the here and now.

Rodney is rutting deeply and the pleasure he makes inside of me swells with every stroke he takes. I want to cling to him and feel him press me down beneath him. I like the weight of his body on me and the extra push he gives me as he tries to bury himself even deeper.

As he moves, my cock and balls are trapped between us, his weight on me presses them tightly against me and it's almost painful, but so incredibly good feeling. The intimacy of it is visceral and moving and it makes me want more of him. "Rodney, fuck me. Come on big guy, do me!" He likes it when I talk dirty to him. It's hard for me to talk like this, it's all too new with a guy, but I'm working on it.

His cock twitches inside me. He liked what I just said. "pound me Rodney, make me yours, you know I want it, give it to me." And he's so into it he's sucking on my neck and nipping my shoulder and who would have thought that getting bitten was so hot?

Rodney growls in my ear, " yes, John. I'm going to pound you, I'm going to plow you so deep and make you mine. You want that don't you? You want to be mine. Tell me John, say you want to be mine."

My body wants to thrash and move and I'm screaming "yes! Take me, make me yours. You know what I want." And without thinking I find my mouth on his shoulder and I'm biting him, tasting him, wanting more and more of him.

I can't keep myself from moaning as my body takes over and grinds my ass up against him. The angle he's using makes his big cock mash my prostate, and I'm seeing a whole new set of stars. "Rodney, it's so good, so good. Please, Rodney, do me harder, make me come, baby."

Rodney grabs my hands and laces his fingers with mine as he moves them up beside my head. He pushes against me and my legs go higher around him and he's slamming me so hard, so good. I want to stay like this forever but I want to come even more. I need to come, so I tell him again. "Rodney, make me come."

His breath shudders through him, and he shoves himself deep inside me. For a second I think he's stopped, and I want to wail, then I realize he isn't thrusting so much, but he's grinding. His hips are slowly rotating, and his cock is sweeping over and over my prostate and stirring inside of me.

Now I can't breathe, and I feel myself coming. My body is exploding, and the sensation of my own cock pulsing and my ass clenching around his cock are so intense. I'm overloaded and screaming and holding him as tight as I can, and just when I think there's not another thing to be felt, nothing could be more perfect, I feel a warmth, a heat deep inside me. His cock is throbbing and his seed is jetting into me. I'm taking all of Rodney, all that he has to give, and I am utterly content. We stay that way, frozen for a moment, then he lowers himself onto my chest, still deep inside me.

Our breathing slows, and his lips find my jaw and trace it to my own. Rodney is kissing me like it's the last time we'll ever touch. He's

tender and sweet and I can't imagine how I lived before this. It's perfect now, having him.

"John, that was like nothing I've ever felt in my entire life. You are the most amazing man, and I love you more than I ever knew would be possible."

I find myself moved. This is nothing like I imagined. "I feel the same Rodney. I think we were made for each other."

"I had no idea it could ever be like this," he whispers.

"Hey big guy, me neither, but I sure do like it. Tell you what, how about we catch a nap for now? When we wake up we'll have some more cookies and do it again?"