Babble-on

by Merlin7

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asm/merlin7/babble.php
Summary: Not supplied

"You wear too many clothes." It was Rodney's favorite complaint. He took care of the problem forthwith, by stripping John of his many layers. First he unhooked the major's P90, carefully setting it aside. THen he unstrapped the thigh holster, making sure he took a moment to knead the lovely muscle it had been attached too. He set that aside as well. Then he went to work on divesting John of his boots, socks, jacket, shirt, pants and boxers. Then Rodney stepped back and let his eyes roam over his -- finally -- naked lover. "Beautiful..." he whispered.

John made a face. "I do not wear too many clothes," he shot back. But that was all he got to say because Rodney was kissing him. But he was able to make noise, like moaning and whimpering as strong fingers curled around his cock and stroked him to aching hardness.

Rodney nibbled on John's full, lower, lip before declaring, "You do to wear too many clothes. Anything you wear is too many. You should always be naked. You're too beautiful to be covered up."

John snorted. "I'd get cold." Not that he was cold at the moment. Nope, he was most definitely not cold. Not with Rodney's broad -- deliciously naked -- body draping over him.

"I'd keep you warm," Rodney whispered in John's ear. Then he nipped the lobe before nuzzling the tender spot right behind it. It made John quiver, which made Rodney quiver -- in all the right places and for all the right reasons.

"Warm is good," John purred, then he mewed as a thick finger slid inside him. Rodney was slick, in more ways than one. John shifted a bit as another finger slid in and when a knuckle brushed his hot spot he yelped.

Rodney chuckled deep in his throat. "I love every sound you make," he whispered, then he kissed John again as he stretched him open. Then he was the one shifting around so that he could press his hardness into John's willing body.

John moaned and his fingers clutched the sheets. "Fuck!" The word was wrenched out of him.

"That's the idea," Rodney allowed, and then he began babbling as he inched his way inside his beautiful lover. "God...yes...god you are so fucking tight. So perfect....so mine! Yes...yes...oh...breathe John...breathe babe." He went still for a moment to let him adjust. Still -- but not quiet. "Easy..easy...feel me babe......just feel me...I'm almost in....almost there." A pause for Rodney to catch his breath and another hitch of his hips and another taste of John's lips then, "In..I'm in..so tight...so fucking tight...perfect fit like you were made for this, John...made for me...made for my cock to be inside you...so fucking deep inside you." And as Rodney babbled, he began to move. Long, deep, slow thrusts in and out. In...and out. Until he drove them both mad. Then he gripped John's cock in one hand and squeezed. "I can feel you...you're so hot and hard...so close...so close...come for me babe...come for me John."

And like a good little soldier, John did just that, pulsing his seed over Rodney's hand, then tasting himself as Rodney's cum-soaked fingers pressed against his lips.

Rodney continued to babble. "I can feel you....squeezing me...god it feels so good...you feel so good...I'm so close...so close...fuck..fuck...JOOOOHN!" Rodney came screaming John's name as he always did, pulsing his seed deep into his lover's body. Claiming John as his - and his alone - in this way. Then Rodney slumped over John, cuddling into him, his softening cock still buried inside of John. They were still connected. This was almost the best moment of all for Rodney. Almost. He closed his eyes and had nearly drifted off to sleep when he heard John calling his name.

"Rodney."

"What?" He kept his eyes closed.

There was a moment of silence then a snort of laughter before John stated, "You talk too much."

Rodney forced one eye open and declared, "You love it."

"I love you," John countered, firmly.

"Love you too," Rodney replied. "Now go to sleep." He let his eyelid droop.

***

Two days later Rodney glared at John as he entered his room. He had been at some meeting with Weir. Rodney rose from the bed and stalked over to John. "You're wearing too many clothes!" he complained, as he began stripping them off.

"I love you too, Rodney," John whispered, before he kissed him.

And for once -- Rodney stopped talking.

THE END