The Balcony

by Merlin7

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

"I want to fuck you."

The words were whispered in John's ear as Rodney leaned over his shoulder, ostensibly, to grab his lap top. He could have simply grabbed it from his side of the table. But that was Rodney, always invading John's personal space. Not that John was complaining. Usually. Relaxing against a shudder that went from head to toe at Rodney's words, John stood up and brushed by the scientist with a muttered, "Later," in his direction. Striding out the door of the conference room, John hadn't gotten far when Rodney caught up to him.

They stepped into the transporter together.

"Now," Rodney stated, as he leaned in to block John from touching the grid map. "I want to fuck you now?"

"In the transporter?" John was shocked. That was risque, even for Rodney. Who, he had learned, was a very kinky, eager, demanding lover.

Rodney snorted. "No...not here, on the balcony."

John's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "What balcony?" Not that he was going to agree to it. All the balcony's were too open and exposed for his taste. It was odd but he was the *vanilla* guy when it came to sex in their relationship.

"South end," Rodney replied, then he touched the grid and set them in motion.

A moment later they were stepping out into an unfamiliar area of Atlantis. At least, it was unfamiliar to John. "Where are we?" He had his right hand resting on his beretta.

Rodney rolled his eyes at him. "Chill out. It's safe here. I found this area weeks ago. It's deserted, just like the rest of Atlantis. come on." He took off, expecting John to follow him.

"Fuck.." John muttered to himself, as he did just that. He would follow Rodney pretty much anywhere, and didn't that just frost his cookies? But a moment later John was smiling as he followed Rodney out onto the balcony in question. John looked over the railing. They had to be at least thirty stories up. Good thing he wasn't afraid of heights. The view was almost dizzying.

"You smell good."

John jumped as Rodney's nose suddenly nuzzled into the nape of his neck. Then Rodney was gone again and John cursed as he turned around to glare at his lover. A drive by tease..that's what Rodney was. He watched as Rodney strolled back over to him. "You don't really want to have sex out here..do you?" John asked.

Rodney was bouncing on the balls of his feet, but his eyes weren't sparkling. They were dark with desire and smouldering. "Oh..yes. I'm going to fuck you over the railing, so we can look out over Atlantis together."

"Why?" John sensed there was a reason for it. Something deeper than the obvious fact that Rodney was horny.

"Because I want to." That was all Rodney said before dropping to his knees.

Before John could protest and, really, why would he even want to? His pants were unzipped, and they and his boxers were pushed down to his knees then the tip of his cock was in Rodney's mouth and John couldn't remember why he didn't want to do this out here. Cause..out here..was really really nice. So John let himself fall back against the railing, clutching it with both hands to hold himself upright since his knees were threatening to buckle. Rodney knew how to give good head. Knew just how John liked to be touched and sucked and licked and he did this wicked thing with his tongue over the slit of John's cock and it didn't take long before John's eyes rolled back in his head and he was coming.

Rodney swallowed every drop and held John in his mouth as he softened. Then he eased him out before standing up and leaning in for a kiss. "Fucking hot," he whispered, before licking his way into John's mouth.

John, silently, echoed that sentiment...about Rodney. He thought Rodney was *fucking hot*. He tried to show him with the kiss, but he was still bedazzled by the afterglow of his orgasm so Rodney was pretty much in control. John felt the way Rodney's hand was wrapped around the back of his neck to hold him in place, and Rodney's other hand was melded to John's ass, kneading it as he held John against him. Right from the beginning of their relationship, Rodney had been very possessive of John. It was strange at first, because he wasn't used to it, but John found he rather liked it now. It was his job to keep everyone safe, but Rodney made him feel safe. Safe..and wanted. It was nice.

"Gonna fuck you now," Rodney whispered, his tone ragged.

"Rodney.." John started to protest again but when he looked into Rodney's eyes, he fell silent. Rodney wanted this, so Rodney would get this.

Rodney turned John around. "Hold the railing."

John had to bend forward a bit to do so, exposing his bare as to Rodney. He closed his eyes as he felt a slick fingers brush his crack then it was sliding inside him. He stifled a laugh. Leave it to Rodney to come prepared. But even the thought of laughter faded as the finger inside him brushed his prostate. Pleasure flared through his nerve endings and John shuddered. Then another finger slipped inside him and John whimpered. Only Rodney could make him whimper.

"In you..gonna be in you.." Rodney whispered in John's ear. And then he was pushing in and moaning.

The sound was sweet and John shuddered as Rodney breeched him. He bit his lip against the burn and bore down, openining himself to let Rodney all the way in. Then Rodney's throbbing thickness was filling him, and John wondered why he had never done this before coming to Atlantis. He had never been interested in men before Rodney. Which answered his own question. He hadn't done this before because of Rodney. John wasn't attracted to other men. Never had been, realized he never would be. It was all about Rodney.

Rodney was leaning into him, one arm wrapping around John's waist. "So...fucking...good," he ground out. Then he twitched his hips and pressed in harder.

"Fuck!" John hissed as Rodney eased out only to plunge back in. Sweet little thrusts that were angled to his his hot spot every time.

"Yes..yes..fuck..fucking.." Rodney was whimpering a bit as he continued to thrust.

John pressed back against every thrust in and he knew how to squeeze his internal muscles around Rodney's cock in a way that made Rodney say his name in the best way ever. So he did that, over and over again and then he heard it.

"John...John.." Rodney shuddered.

John shuddered too. This was the only time, ever, that Rodney used his first time. Outside of this he was always *Major* or *Sheppard*. Which he was good with. Outside of this they were teammates and friends. This was something private and special and it belonged only to them. "Harder, Rodney," John encouraged, because even though he knew Rodney liked to be rough and let loose at times, he never would let himself go unless John gave him permission. "Fuck me hard," John begged. He knew Rodney liked begging.

Rodney gripped John's hips and eased out to his tip. Then he slammed in hard, grinding deep, only to pull out all the way again to repeat the process. But he didn't last long. Soon he was wedged up close and thrusting hard and shallow then he bit hard into John's shoulder, stifling a sceam as he came.

Clutching the railing hard, John felt Rodney's release flooding him. Felt the heavy press of Rodney's weight against his back as Rodney collapsed against him and he held up against it. Then Rodney was sliding out and John felt something soft wiping his thighs then between his cheeks and it made him blush at the intimacy of it, even though this wasn't the first time Rodney had wiped him down. Even though it wouldn't be the last. John made to turn around, but suddenly his cheeks were parted and there was a stripe of wet heat against his opening and John knew what Rodneyw as doing. Tasting himself. And that was the most erotic thing John had ever been a part of. Or so he thought.

Rodney rose to his feet, turned John around and kissed him.

John moaned as he tasted Rodney on his tongue. They kissed until they needed to breathe then John realized he was standing there with his boxers and pants around his ankles still. But before he could reach for them, Rodney was bending down and tugging them up, being careful to make sure that John was tucked in before he zipped him up and patted him. That's what Rodney did. He took care of him. John had never expected that. He bit his lip then smiled. "Really good idea, Rodney," John told him.

"Of course it was." Rodney was smug.

"Of course it was," John echoed. Then he glanced at his watch and made a face. "We have twenty minutes before we step through the gate, and I need a shower."

Rodney nodded. "Me too. We should conserve water."

John arched an eyebrow at him. "You do realized I'm too satiated to even think about more sex. Right?" Because as brilliant as Rodney was, he sometimes missed the obvious things.

"Right," Rodney echoed back.

"You're insatiable." John sighed and headed for the door.

Rodney's reply was a slap to John's ass before breezing by him.

John yelped, rubbed his ass, then followed. Just like he always would.

THE END