Behind Closed Doors

by Merlin7

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asm/merlin7/doors.php
Summary: Sometimes people aren't always the way they seem. At least not in private

Part 1

Rodney liked the way he felt right now. He liked knowing that he was the one in control and that John accepted it. The funny thing was, they both needed it to be like this between them. When they were in public they were two different people. The Geeky scientist and Dashing Major, so to speak. But behind closed doors they let each other see the truth and they accepted it. Although sometimes it was a hard truth.

Seducing John hadn't been easy. He had resisted Rodney's advances at first, then he had seen them as a game. But Rodney had never been more serious about anything in his life. From the first moment he had laid eyes on Major John Sheppard, he had been smitten. Not so much with love as by lust, but the emotional ties were kicking in just the same. But the first thing Rodney had noticed about John was his beauty. Rugged and sensual and a mixture of little boy and hardass man. There was an innocence to John that Rodney found enchanting. It was something that he tried so damn hard to hide, but Rodney saw it so clearly.

Inducting John into sex with another guy had shown Rodney just how innocent the man really was. He had started by with a kiss. Rodney smiled to remember John's surprise. He had invited John to his quarters to discuss some mathematical equation that had been frustrating him, and John had teased him but acqueised. And no sooner had he gotten the Major inside and the door closed, then Rodney had stalked him, pressing him hard into the nearby wall, curling his fingers in the soft black hair, then melding his mouth to John's. Surprise had kept John frozen to the spot so that Rodney could plunge his tongue into the sweet depths of his mouth and ravish him. From there it had been almost easy to get John onto the bed. Rodney had distracted him with both his kisses and the very fact that he was being so aggressive towards him.

Rodney remembered undoing John's pants and freeing his cock. He had kissed the tip almost reverently and that had stunned John as well. But not for as long. He had started to freak out but had made himself go calm when Rodney's fingers had tightened on his turgid flesh. By the time he had stroked John to orgasm, Rodney had know the Major would be his in all ways. Fucking him hadn't happened that first time. Rodney had wanted to bury himself in John's tight ass, but he hadn't been willing to scare him away. So he had bided his time. And now everytime was like the first time.

This time would be the same. He smiled as he approached the bed. John had returned from a mission, exhausted, and Rodney had made him shower before tucking him into his bed. Now John was stirring and it was time to give in to their desires and needs. "Hey there, sleeping beauty," Rodney purred, as he sat down on the side of the bed.

John's eyes fluttered opened and he looked surprised for a moment, then he smiled. "Hey...how long was I out?"

"About six hours. You were beat."

"Yeah." John sighed then made to move his arm only to discover he couldn't.

Rodney watched him check out the fact that his wrists were bound to the headboard. "Time to try something new," he whispered, as he leaned in for a kiss.

John tugged at his bindings. "I...untie me," he begged.

"No." Rodney was firm. He pulled away the sheet that covered John from his gaze then took a moment to look his fill of the beautiful, naked, form laid out before him. He laughed softly to see the flush of embarrassment that stained the smooth skin. "God you are gorgeous," Rodney stated, and the blush deepened. He reached out and let his hand curl around John's cock. It was thick even though soft and it took only a few strokes to make it harden against his palm.

"God.." John hissed, closing his eyes as his body twitched.

Rodney leaned down to suck the tip into his mouth and the moan that escaped John zinged straight into his own cock. He was rock hard and throbbing. So Rodney pulled back and left the bed. He retrieved the bottle of lubricant that he kept handy then moved between John's long legs. He slicked the fingers of one hand and let one finger slide between John's rock-hard buttocks. Unerringly he found the puckered opening and pressed in.

John tugged at his bindings and whimpered. "Please..wait," he begged.

Rodney couldn't do that. Not in this moment. He slid another finger in, feeling John's inner muscles clenching around them. He scissored them for a moment then pulled out. He had to be inside his lover. So Rodney freed his cock, no time to undress, and slicked it with the lube before moving to line himself up. "You need this," he whispered, his eyes locked on John's face, then he hitched hips forward and pressed in an inch. Met up with resistance and pushed past it. "Open for me," he ordered, and he watched as John took a deep breath then exhaled it slowly. Rodney smiled as he was able to gain another inch and another, then he was all the way inside. John closed around his cock, sealing to him in a perfect fit. "I love you like this," Rodney whispered. "So fucking beautiful and so fucking mine." And as he spoke he began to move.

Part 2

John sighed with pleasure as Rodney started to move inside him. He had a surprisingly long and thick cock and it stretched John almost to the point of pain. But when the plum-like head butted, repeatedly, against his prostrate, the pleasure faded into pain. But suddenly, Rodney went still, his hardness buried deep inside of John. "Move!" John hissed, tugging at the ties that bound his wrists. He wanted to be free to touch the other man. He wanted to gain back some semblence of control. Although he knew it was a farce. From the moment Rodney had first kissed him, John had lost all sense of control. The other man owned him in every way. A scary thought for John, but one he had begun to accept. Behind closed doors they could be the the persons they could never be in the public eye. The persona's buried deep inside them both. But such thoughts were for another time. Rodney still wasn't moving." Please!" John begged.

Rodney smiled at him then whispered, "No.." He then proceeded to worship John's body, using his hands, tongue and lips to caress, kiss and lick every inch of the Major that he could reach. Fingertips gliding over the ridge of abs, lips suckling at flat nipples, wet tongue tracing a trail from chin to navel, which took a bit of contortionist like bending on Rodney's part. THen he pressed in just a bit deeper, grinding his hips in a slow circle and smiling at John's tortured moan.

"Please..please!" John was more than willing to beg. The head of Rodney's cock was pressed against John's prostrate and the pleasure was turning into sweet pain. He felt as if he might go insane from the intensity of it. John could feel himself trembling, his muscles straining, his own cock throbbing with need. "Fuck me!" John screamed, hearing both anger and desperation in his tone.

"No!" Rodney stated, flatly, then he abruptly pulled out.

John whimpered as Rodney's thickness slid out of him and was all the more stunned when the other man made to tuck his cock back into his pants. "Wait!" John whispered, and when Rodney turned to look at him he asked, "What did I do wrong?" It was a plea.

Rodney moved to smooth John's hair back. "I won't fuck you," he said softly. "Not tonight."

"Make...make love to me?" John countered, as understanding dawned.

"Yes..." Rodney whispered, as he moved back between long legs, lined himself up and pushed back inside the tight ass.

But he was moving too slowly. John whimpered as Rodney's thick cock slid in and out at an agonizingly slow pace. He was about to beg when strong fingers curled around his cock, stroking him. Words became a moan and all too soon John was pulsing out his seed. He closed his eyes as his body slumped and it took a moment for him to realize that Rodney had gone still in him once more. Then he felt something wet against his lips and his tongue flickered out. Salty cum, his own, John realized. He opened his eyes then parted his lips to suck Rodney's finger clean of his own taste. Then his lover was kissing him. Hard, bruising kisses. THen a tongue plunged into his mouth to ravish him and John felt a bit dizzy from the sensory overload his body was going through. For while he kissed him, Rodney was grinding his hips again, the tip of his cock butting into John's gland repeatedly so that wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over him.

Suddenly, Rodney broke the kiss. He pulled back and simply looked at John for a moment. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" he whispered.

"I'm not," John replied. He wasn't.

"You are!" Rodney's voice was harsh, but his touch was gentle as he let his fingertip trace over John's face. "You're the most beautiful man I've ever seen."

John felt himself flush and shook his head. "I'm not beautiful," he insisted, then he moaned as Rodney's cock pulled out of him until only the tip was still inside him. "Please..." John begged. And in this moment he wasn't even sure what he was asking for. But Rodney knew and John sighed as the cock inside him finally began to move. He tried to fall into the rythmn of thrusts but Rodney gripped his hips and held him still. John whimpered and tugged at his bindings, wanting to be free to move and to touch his lover, but he was trapped and helpless and he had never felt more vulnerable in his life than he did in this moment. And then he felt it, a warm wetness pulsing deep inside him as Rodney found his own release. John felt the other man slump over him. "Was it good for you?" he whispered, unable to resist the pun.

Rodney lifted his head then leaned in to nip at John's lower lip. "You're good for me," he said softly, then he reached up to free John's wrists from the bindings.

"Thank you," John whispered, as he lowered his arms then wrapped them around his lover. He kissed the top of Rodney's head then made to shift himself onto his side but Rodney stopped him.

"I want to stay inside you for now."

John bit his lip at the thought of it but nodded. He felt Rodney settle over him and it was strange how right it felt to be connected this way. And the thought carried over into his dreams as John closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

THE END