Conversion Trilogy 1

Off The Clock

by Margie

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asm/margie/conversion01.php
Summary: Instead of Teyla, John is working out with Rodney at the beginning of Conversion

John cracked his neck as he stepped through the doors and into the gym. Rodney was already there, shifting nervously from foot to foot.

"It's about time," Rodney said, chin tilting stubbornly.

John's nostrils flared as the scent of Rodney's sweat washed over him. The hairs on the back of his neck prickled, but he ignored them as he laid his gym bag on the bench seat and pulled out his sticks.

"I know how much you love these workout sessions, Rodney, but try to curb your enthusiasm, huh?" John grinned, stepping onto the mat.

Rodney shifted into a clumsy attempt at the proper fighting stance, grimacing the entire time. "You just enjoy bruising my delicate skin." Rodney grumbled.

"Maybe," John said, a brief but sharp image flashing through his mind of darkly purpled skin and trembling flesh. He shook it off and attacked.

Rodney held his own, blocking each of John's swings, but unable to find a weak spot to take the offensive. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Rodney's spittle flew with the effort it took to speak while keeping John from knocking him unconscious.

"You haven't been practicing," John said, pushing Rodney further and further across the exercise mats.

"And apparently you have," Rodney spat back.

John's smile turned into a smirk and suddenly Rodney's sticks flew out of his hands. John's breath was coming fast and heavy as he pinned Rodney against the wall.

"Colonel?" Rodney's voice wavered and John swore he could hear Rodney's heart beating a tattoo against his chest, his blue eyes wide and panicked.

The smell of sweat and fear and pheromones was so strong that John had to lean in and take a deep breath. Rodney jumped as John dropped his own sticks and nuzzled Rodney's neck. "You can call me John when we're off the clock."

"Uh... John?" Rodney's voice rose an octave when John decided to take a taste, his tongue swiping over the sweat beading on the curve of Rodney's neck and shoulder.

John felt a surge of lust so strong he had to grit his teeth. He pulled free so that he could cup Rodney's face in his hands and press their mouths together. He ate at Rodney's lips, biting and sucking until they were red and swollen. Rodney's eyes were glazed, his breath warm against John's cheek.

John stepped forward, pushing into Rodney's personal space even further. His leg brushed against Rodney's groin, making him groan. John liked the sound of that, so he did it again, increasing the pressure while he licked another fat stripe across Rodney's throat.

"Jesus , John." Rodney's throaty murmur only spurred John on. He tugged at Rodney's shirt, pushing it up until he could feel crisp curls against his palms and Rodney's nipples hardened in the cool air. John pinched one of the peaked nubs until Rodney was squirming against him. "Oh!" John liked the sound of Rodney's gasp so he twisted and pulled at the other nipple as well.

Rodney's dick was hard and throbbing against him. Rodney's hips undulated, searching for more friction even as John worked at their belts. The scent of Rodney's pre-come assaulted John the moment he'd gotten the other man free. His own cock pulsed in anticipation, need overwhelming him as another bead of liquid gathered at the head of Rodney's dick.

"Gonna fuck you, Rodney," John growled, pushing until Rodney's pants were at his ankles. He shoved Rodney until he was facing the wall, his hands pressed flat against the smooth surface.

"Yes, yes," Rodney said, spreading his legs as far as the pants would allow.

John looked down, staring at the sweet curve of Rodney's ass. He fucking ached to be inside all that tight heat. A part of him wanted to do it, now, just take him. He could practically feel the friction Rodney's dry walls would create as they stretched around him. His whole body trembled with the need to just do it, just shove his cock into Rodney fast and hard and so fucking satisfying.

But something inside him held back. He knew how much it would hurt Rodney, although the frustration of knowing that they weren't prepared and he wasn't going to get to take Rodney the way he wanted to was almost killing him.

"Fuck!" John pressed his shaft between Rodney's cheeks, thrusting until he got a good rhythm going. His own pre-come made the glide smooth and easy, the head of his cock sliding up and down, rubbing the sensitive underside against Rodney's flesh.

"John! Come on!" Rodney groaned, the muscles of his back straining as he pushed against each of John's thrusts.

"Can't," John groaned, reaching for Rodney's cock, working it fast and tight between his fingers. "No lube."

But then Rodney was panting, moaning incoherently as his dick pulsed in John's hand. The scent of Rodney's come was overpowering and John felt his own spasms wrack his body, building at the base of his spine until he felt he was coming so hard he might actually pass out.

He was still thrusting restlessly against Rodney's ass, his come adding to the slip and slide of his cock between Rodney's cheeks, when his radio beeped. "Colonel Sheppard, please report to the infirmary!"

John pulled away, his head fuzzy and thick, his mind reeling over what he'd just done. "I'm not really sure just what happened."

"Colonel?" Rodney turned, his expression concerned, his hand reaching for John.

"You ok?" John felt the heat flush his face as he realized what he'd done, the scent of Rodney's come still so strong and all encompassing.

"Yes, I... John?!"

The last thing John saw before he collapsed was Rodney's frantic expression.

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