Touch

by Merlin7

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

Rodney slapped his hand against the panel and the door to Major Sheppard's room whooshed open. He strode in, coming to a halt beside the bed where Major Sheppard was lounging. He was reading a book. Rodney glared at him. "What are you doing here?" he demanded.

John looked up from his page and smirked. "I'm reading."

"I paged you an hour ago."

"Your point being?"

Rodney just about nashed his teeth. "Why are you ignoring me?"

John closed his book and set it aside. "I'm not ignoring you, Rodney. I was busy."

"You can read any time!" Rodney shot back. "This is important!"

"Okay. What's up?" John asked, as he rose from the bed.

Rodney pinned him with another glare. "I have something for you to..touch."

John made a face. "What is it this time? And why don't you touch it? You've got the magic gene now."

"It works better when you touch it," Rodney countered. He took a step closer and his nostrils flared. John didn't use cologne, but whatever soap he used smelled wonderful. Rodney took a half step closer, invading the major's personal space.

"What is it?" John took a half step back.

Rodney smiled then he made his move. One hand snaked out and he wrapped his fingers around John's wrist and pulled his hand towards his crotch. Before the major could react, Rodney had his palm pressed over his hardness. "I need you to touch me," Rodney whispered, and his voice had gone all deep and husky.

John looked stunned. Reflexively his fingers closed, curling around the hardness they were pressed against. When Rodney moaned, John jumped. He looked up and saw desire glowing in the scientist's blue eyes. "Rodney?"

"I'm tired of playing games," Rodney hissed at him, even as he put his hand over Sheppard's and made him rub. Rodney was so damn hard it hurt. "I've been coming on to you for weeks now, major. I know you're not stupid. You knew what I was doing and you flirted back."

"I guess I did." John's voice was hushed and he gently squeezed Rodney's hardness, the moan that escaped the other man's lips made John's cock twitch. "So...what now?" John believed in cutting to the chase.

Rodney was ready for this. He pushed John down onto the bed then crawled over him. He tangled his fingers in the dark, messy, hair and was surprised by how soft it was, but not at how thick. THen Rodney claimed John's lush mouth, nipping and sucking and licking and tasting him until they were both panting for air. When he broke apart he saw passion shimmering in John's eyes and the man had never looked more beautiful than he did in this moment. But Rodney had a feeling that John was heartbreakingly gorgeous in the aftermath of an orgasm. And he intended to find out. He started tugging at John's shirt. "Now we get naked," Rodney.

John wondered if he should slow things down but he didn't want that. He lived in the moment and he wanted this moment to last forever. But he also wanted to feel skin against skin so he sat up and pulled his shirt off. He finished stripping to find Rodney already naked and watching him. John felt himself blush and cursed.

"God you're beautiful," Rodney whispered, reaching out to press his palm over John's heart. "Can I touch you?" he asked. "All of you?"

"You can do anything you want to me, Rodney," John replied, reaching out with his own hand.

Rodney took him at his word and used his lips and tongue and fingers as he explored every perfect inch of the major. He saved the thick cock for last and settled himself between the long legs. Rodney, reverently, kissed the tip and felt it twitch before raising his head to look at John. "Every been with a man before?" This was the moment of truth for them both.

John hesitated then shook his head. "No."

"I want to be inside you." Rodney watched for John's reaction.

"Okay." There was no hesitation. John tugged Rodney up for a kiss only to find his wrists pinned to the bed as Rodney nibbled his way back down to John's cock. Then he was enveloped in warm wetness and John whimpered. He clutched at Rodney's head and wasn't sure if he was trying to push him down or pull him off. It was a sensory overload of pure pleasure and before John could make up his mind, he exploded.

Rodney swallowed every drop of John's release then suckled his softened cock softly, easing him into the aftermath. Then he lifted his head and stared. John was even more beautiful now. He wasn't sure he believed if angels existed, but he believed they would be beyond the human standard of beauty if they did. Looking at John now, Rodney believed that the angels would be jealous of the major and that pleased him. John was his now.

John opened his eyes when a tongue invaded his mouth and he could taste himself. He wrapped his arms around Rodney's neck and kissed him back only to gasp when a finger brushed his opening. A slick finger and John didn't even remember having lube, or seeing Rodney with it. Rodney was pretty slick. Then the finger was pushing inside John and he moaned at the invasion, only to find the sound being swallowed by Rodney's mouth.

Rodney felt John twitch and shift as he added another finger. Then he sucked back the whimper that escaped the major when Rodney's finger brushed over his prostrate. Rodney felt John's body relax as the warm pleasure washed over him and he shifted back between the long legs. He didn't speak but he watched John's face and when the Major nodded, Rodney pressed himself against the opening and hitched his hips forward. He felt John stiffen but didn't ease up. It was better this way. So Rodney pressed in further and he felt John shifting to accomodate him and then, suddenly, he was all the way inside and warm tightness wrapped around Rodney's aching hardness like a suede glove. "Perfect fit," he whispered, then he locked on John's face again. "You okay?"

"I think so." John felt overwhelmed in this moment. Rodney was inside him. And he was big and thick and long and hard and John felt stretched and burning and filled and complete. "Can you...move?" he asked.

"I can do that." And Rodney did. He pulled out and eased back in, his eyes never leaving John's face.

John felt his body rocking into each of Rodney's thrusts. Felt Rodney shift so that pleasure exploded inside him with each thrust in. John closed his eyes but lifted his hands and let them roam over every inch of Rodney that he could reach. Touching the sweat-slickened skin of the man who filled him. And then he felt the warm wetness of Rodney's release and in that moment John cupped Rodney's face and drew him down for a kiss. Then he pulled back and looked into Rodney's eyes. John let one fingertip glide over Rodney's lips.

Rodney let himself melt into the touch.

THE END