Pout

by Merlin7

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asm/merlin7/pout.php
Summary: None

John walked out onto the balcony. He saw Rodney standing at the railing and he moved to stand beside him. For a long time John said nothing. He just stared at his lover. "What are you doing?" he asked after a while.

Rodney heaved a put upon sigh. "I'm pouting."

"I can see that." John chuckled softly. "Why are you pouting? And you realize you missed supper. Right? You're favorite. Meatloaf casserole suprise." The surprise being there was nothing in it that even remotely tasted like meatloaf.

"I wasn't hungry." Rodney continued to pout.

John couldn't help but smile. Rodney was cute when he pouted. But John could see that he really was upset. "What's wrong?" he prompted, leaning in to nudge Rodney with his shoulder.

Rodney didn't nudge back. "Nothing," he stated.

"Liar." John wasn't about to let him get away with that. "Come on, Rodney. Tell me what's wrong. Did I do something?"

"Yes."

John cocked one eyebrow. At least they were making progress. "Okay. I don't remember doing anything in particular that would piss you off at me. So, care to tell me what I did so I can apologize."

Rodney stopped pouting long enough to roll his eyes. "You don't have to apologize. It's indirectly your fault. It's not like you can help it."

"Help what?" Now John was confused more than ever.

"Being beautiful and sexy and having a fuckable ass." Rodney was pouting again.

John was losing his patience ."I swear! If you don't stop pouting and tell me what the hell is going on...I'm going to deck you, Rodney! And you know I'll do it." They might be lovers, but they still knew how to get on each others nerves. Nor had they given up snarking at each other. For which John was eternally grateful. But sometimes Rodney could really set him on edge. Like now.

Rodney shifted away from John by a few inches, knowing the threat was ery real. "Fine!" Rodney huffed, dropping the pout. "If you must know I spent the entire day listening to my entire science team wax poetical about your anatomy. There! Happy now?"

"No!" John gripped Rodney by the shoulders and shook him. Not hard, just enough to let his lover know he was still frustrated. And not in the *Not a bad thing cause it would soon be remedied* kind of way. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Everyone on my team was talking about you?" Rodney was shouting now "They talked about what a great ass you have. How they all want to run their fingers through your hair. Fucking Zalenka had the nerve to say he wants to help you give you bed head. And then Kavanaugh got all dreamy about your eyes. And Floss..or Ploss..or whatever the hell his names is...he's all about your mouth. Saying you have sensual lips. Which made Zalenka pipe up that you have Cocksucker lips! And then--"

John's hand over Rodney's mouth stifled his tirade. "I'm sorry. Are you telling me that your scientists stood around talking about me and you just stood there and listened?"

Rodney batted John's hand off his face. "No. Weren't you paying attention?" Rodney pouted again, and his bottom lip quivered a bit.

"No...apparently not." John ran his fingers through his hair. "I'm baffled, Rodney. First off..why would your team be talking about me? Like that." John was a bit flattered, but mostly he was creeped out to think that everyone talked about him like that.

"Because you're hot?" Rodney looked aggreived. "What part of *You're the sexiest man on Atlantis* Don't you get?"

John felt himself flushing because he knew Rodney meant it. "Um...okay. So why were you just standing there, listening?"

It was Rodney's turn to flush red. "I wasn't just standing there. I was in the bathroom."

"What were you doing in the bathroom?"

"What do you think I was doing in the bathroom?" Rodney shot back. "I had to go. Geez."

John winced at that imagery then cleared his throat. "Okay. I'm confused." No point in denying it."

Rodney crossed his arms over his chest and pouted again. "Bottom line. Everyone was talking about you like you're a piece of meat...or something."

"Don't you think I should be the one upset about that?" John moved to Rodney and tried to kiss away the pout. He felt Rodney's mouth relax under his then big hands were on his ass, squeezing. So far so good.

"I suppose," Rodney replied, once they broke apart for air. "But it makes me jealous."

John was surprised by that. "Why?"

Rodney almost pouted but turned it into a grimace. "Because they were talking about trying to seduce you too."

"Like they could." John snorted. "Rodney...you know I love you. Right?" John looked into his lover's blue eyes. "I don't want any of them. I only want you."

"I know." Rodney kissed John this time, then whispered against his lips, "Can we?"

John groaned. He should have known this was coming. "Rodney....why don't we go to bed. Bed bed."

Rodney shook his head. "I want to do it out here. Please?" But even as he asked his hand was undoing John's pants.

"Oh...Rodney...mmmm." John wanted to be articulate but that was hard to do when warm fingers were stroking him and a thick tongue was invading his mouth. Not that he minded. He was just a little shy about making love out in the open. Anyone could walk out onto the balconey. But Rodney had been asking to do it for weeks. Who was John to deny him? "Okay....okay," John whispered into Rodney's mouth. And they kept kissing as Rodney stroked him to release, and John captured some of his own seed to smooth over Rodney's hardness even as he felt long fingers slicking him open. Then he let himself be turned and bent over the railing. John closed his eyes as he felt the cool night air on his bare flesh. Then suddenly he was warm and melting as Rodney slid inside him.

"Open for me, baby," Rodney whispered in John's ear.

And John could only obey. He felt as if he had been made for this. Made for Rodney to be inside him. And then they were moving in the dance that was their's alone. "I love you," John whispered, as he felt Rodney flood him with liquid heat.

Rodney nipped John's ear. "Love you too. And no one else ever gets to do this to you. Right?"

"You know you're the only one, Rodney." John was happy to reassure him. "There has never been anyone but you and there never will be." Reminding Rodney that he was John's first always made him happy.

"Thank you." Rodney licked John's ear then sucked on the lobe.

John giggled then sighed. "We should probably go in now."

Rodney nuzzled the nape of his neck then wrapped his arms tight around John's waist, sealing his chest to John's back. "Soon," he whispered. "I just want to hold you."

"I like when you do that," John replied. A comfortable silence fell between them. "So..still pouting?" John asked after a time.

"I never pout!" Rodney argued.

John was stunned. "Like hell you don't!" He turned his head to continue the argument only to stop at the huge grin plastered on Rodney's face. "Okay...you got me," John conceded.

Rodney nodded, looking pleased with himself. "That I do. And I'm never letting you go."

"Never?"

"Never."

John pouted at him playfully.

Rodney wiped it away with a kiss.

THE END