By The Numbers

by Sid

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/ass/sid/bythenum.php
Summary: Puddlejumper!sex as John attempts to explain some Earth terminology to Ronon.

Ronon barely blinked when John tackled him to the floor of the puddlejumper. "Don't you have to fly this thing?" he asked calmly.

"I am flying it," John said. "Well, sort of. It'll fly itself."

"You sure about that?"

"Yeah, it'll let me know if anything goes wrong."

"Okay." Ronon's hands went to work on John's fly and John returned the favor, and soon clothing was pushed out of the way and two erections were free and craving some serious attention.

John wrapped his hand around Ronon's cock and gave a firm tug. Ronon's nostrils flared and his eyelids drooped.

"You should put it in your mouth," Ronon suggested.

"Hey! I was going to show you what 69 is, remember?"

Ronon ran his thumb over the head of John's cock. "Does it involve me coming down your throat while this ship hopefully doesn't crash into anything?"

"N.... Well, in this case, yes."

"Good. Let's do it."

"You don't even know what 'it' is," John teased.

"I know as much as I need to. Get on with it."

John spun around and got into position, reaching for Ronon. "See? The numbers six and..."

"I hope you don't think Earth invented this," Ronon said disbelievingly.

"No, of course not," John answered defensively. "I was just trying to explain why we call it 69, is all."

"Whatever," Ronon said, taking John's cock into his mouth and coating it with saliva.

"Mmm. So what do you call it?"

Ronon's only answer was to reach down his hand and pull John's head towards his cock.

So John gave up the quest for intergalactic knowledge and threw himself wholeheartedly into the proceedings, taking Ronon in as deep as he could without gagging and letting the masculine flavor that filled his mouth get his saliva flowing. Ronon was already sucking hard at John's cock, and John didn't want to get too far ahead of him, so he cupped Ronon's balls in one hand and pressed a finger firmly against his perineum, stroking it.

Ronon moaned around John's cock. John made a happy sound and began to raise and lower his head, swirling his tongue across the crown of Ronon's cock every so often. He wet his finger with spit and returned it between Ronon's legs, sliding it from the base of his balls all the way back to his asshole, repeating, letting his fingertip just dip into Ronon's hole.

Ronon was squirming now, and John had to apply pressure to hold his leg still, to keep it from trapping him beneath a strong thigh. He tasted the saltiness of pre-come and began to suck in earnest. Meanwhile, Ronon was gently squeezing John's balls, which were pulling up close to his body as his orgasm neared.

John spared a second to cast his thoughts out to the ship, making sure everything was as it should be. The light scrape of Ronon's teeth against sensitive skin brought him abruptly back into the moment and he cried out in surprised pleasure, the sound muffled by the hard, leaking flesh that filled his mouth. When Ronon did it again, John felt himself on the brink.

He quickly put pressure against Ronon's balls with his wrist, and let his finger push inside his asshole, wriggling it around. Ronon was making the sounds now that John had come to recognize as the beginning of the end, but he'd reached his own climax and Ronon's noises faded from his awareness and his own muffled moans were all he could hear.

John shot into Ronon's mouth, twice, three times, his personal inertial dampeners off-line as he spun crazily through the void of space. He finally landed softly on the hard floor of the jumper, and heard grunting. Ronon. Close now. Really, really close. John focused, wiggling his finger inside him and closing his mouth around his cock, breathing heavily through his nose.

Ronon's hips did the rest as he began to thrust, hands clenched in John's hair. Salt and sour exploded on John's tongue and he swallowed, gulped. Waited for more. Got it.

Ronon sighed, stirring John's pubic hair with his moist exhalation. John slowly and carefully licked him clean.

Eventually, Ronon pulled away and shifted his body until he and John were face to face. Ronon looked half asleep, but John was feeling wide awake. "Anyway," he said with a smirk, "if you look at the six and the nine...."

"Shut up," Ronon growled, sealing John's mouth with his kiss, silencing him very effectively.

For the moment.