Good Vibrations

by Sid

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/ass/sid/goodvibr.php
Summary: John finds himself with a lapful of Rodney.

This seemed to be a planet that the Wraith had forgotten. Hence, this was a town they had found rather than a village, with businesses and shops and professionals. Small-scale, and not terribly advanced technologically, but far ahead of most of the Pegasus galaxy that they had seen so far. Somewhat comparable to early twentieth century Earth, Western Hemisphere-style. Unfortunately, what they had come looking for seemed to be in the next town.

"How far away would that be?" John asked.

"Nearly twelve telens, I'm afraid," Phele told them.

"Okay," John chuckled. "And how long would it take us to get there?"

"On foot? Easily five fehrns. It will grow dark long before that, and there is no moon after the sunset at this time of year."

"Oh, this is helpful," Rodney complained loudly.

"Shut up, McKay," John said, smiling at Phele. "We've seen carts drawn by some sort of animals. Would it be possible for someone to take us in one of those?"

"No, sadly, not at this point. The mindas do not see well after dark. It would not be safe to attempt the journey." Phele looked almost heart-broken at his failure to help Sheppard's team.

"Ah." John turned to include Teyla and Ford in the discussion. "So, apparently our two choices are to stay here tonight, or return to Atlantis and start out again when we know we'll have enough daylight."

"We could bring a 'jumper next time," Ford pointed out.

"True," Rodney said. "I absolutely don't want to walk twelve whatever-they-were's."

"Noted," John said wryly. He turned his head and saw someone tugging at Phele's sleeve, and speaking quietly to him.

"Oh, yes," Phele said half-heartedly. "There is Trone."

"Trone?" Ford asked. "What's that?"

"Trone is a rather eccentric young man. An inventor of sorts," Phele told them.

"And?" John asked, noting how Rodney had perked up.

"He may be able to help you." Phele didn't look any too sure. "You will have to decide if the risk is worth it."

"Risk?" Rodney's eyes grew wide.

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"Just how risky is it?" Rodney frowned.

"I myself consider it to be a perfectly safe means of transport," Trone said proudly. "Many of the earlier problems have been worked out."

"Many? Not all, you notice," Rodney murmured to John.

John frowned at Trone's motor-waggon. "I'd hate to get stranded," he said. "Even if it's safe, it could break down in the middle of nowhere."

"We should have no problems," Trone insisted eagerly. "I can have you to Burantas and back in less than a fehrn. And my waggon has good lamps if you spend so much time there that night falls."

John looked at Rodney, who shrugged. John shrugged back. "Okay, Trone. We'd appreciate the lift."

"Wonderful!" Trone said. "Which one of you is to go?"

John frowned, and bent over to inspect the interior of the waggon. "Can't we squeeze in two of us?"

"One of you will have to ride on the other's lap," Trone warned.

John looked at Rodney. Rodney looked at John.

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John didn't quite know where to put his hands. Rodney was seated sideways on his lap, bent over slightly to fit underneath the roof, facing Trone as he drove the motor-waggon. "Kinda loud!" John shouted over the noise of the engine.

"It's more quiet once we get up to speed," Trone answered, shifting gears. Rodney braced one hand against the roof, and braced the other arm on John's seatback, jolting back and forth as the waggon jerked and shuddered. And then suddenly, Trone was grinning from ear to ear, and the waggon was moving at a steady, rapid pace. The engine hummed happily. "Better?" Trone asked.

John opened his mouth to answer in the affirmative, but then he noticed the vibration. Above him, Rodney said nervously, "Is it supposed to shake this much?"

"It always does," Trone grinned. "There may be a way to stop it, but I haven't taken the time to find it yet."

Okay, this was... "Why not?" Rodney asked, puzzled. Right, John thought, why wouldn't a scientist... Man, this was...

"My girlfriend loves it," Trone smirked. "Why would I be in any hurry to fix it?"

John clenched his fists, which were avoiding contact with the man on his lap. Oh, yeah, he could understand where she was coming from. Scratch that. Poor choice of words. Oh, boy...

The waggon ate up the road before them, shimmying and shaking and John sat there, helpless. The seat underneath him transmitted the vibrations to his lower body. Fuck, he could feel it in his balls! And Rodney's warm weight pinned him down, intensifying the sensations.

With absolute horror, John felt his cock begin to harden. Shit, shit, shit, no! Rodney was talking to Trone, casual conversation, his body beginning to relax and sway with the minute movements of the waggon. Oh, geez! This was not happening. Not.

The waggon hit a bump, and Rodney's ass rose into the air a fraction of an inch. And when it came down, it landed in a slightly different place, and John could feel, could feel it against his cock, oh, no.

Oh, no.

Rodney had to feel it, too. John felt the change in Rodney's posture. But the vibrations... Oh, so good! He heard himself whine, and heard Rodney exhale loudly. "How much further?" Rodney asked in a pinched voice.

"Not long now," Trone said.

John pressed his forehead against Rodney's shoulder. There was nothing he could do. He'd apologize later. If he had to, if Rodney seemed to... Another bump in the road, and John's arm wrapped around Rodney's waist, holding him tightly. His prick pressed demandingly against Rodney's thigh.

The road seemed endless. How many minutes in a fehrn, anyway! No, half a fehrn. Less. That didn't sound like very long, put that way, huh? All he had to do was hold on, just a little while longer...

If he came in his pants, his humiliation would be complete. He groaned softly.

"Is that the town?" Rodney said loudly.

"Yes, see? Safely delivered, as I promised!"

"Yes, yes. Thank you. Um, would there be a public facility that we can stop and use? My bladder has had a little too much shaking up," Rodney said anxiously. John tightened his arm around him, and felt Rodney's hand pat his shoulder awkwardly.

"Oh, yes, certainly. Just ahead on the left." Trone pulled the waggon over, and John reached quickly for the door handle. He bit back a groan as Rodney twisted around on his lap in order to exit the vehicle. John managed to pull himself out. Rodney's eyes were averted.

Aching with every step, John headed for the building that housed the public restrooms. Behind him he heard Rodney saying, "This will take a little while. I have a very shy bladder, so I'll have to wait until the Major..." And then John was through the door, and Rodney's voice was cut off, and John was quickly checking for other occupants. There were none.

He went over to a urinal, and opened his BDUs with trembling hands, freeing his erection. Panting, moaning, he began to stroke firmly. He braced his free hand against the wall and his hips began thrusting, sliding his cock through his clutching fist. Oh, this wasn't going to take long, not long at all...

That fucking car! And Rodney, oh, Rodney's gorgeous rear...fuck! John felt his balls tightening up as he remembered the warm pressure against his lap; even more vibrations being transmitted to his cock through Rodney's body. He felt the tingle of approaching orgasm, and it was the same sensation that he had felt in the waggon. No wonder he had lost...

He came, groaning, spurting, hunching over. His semen splashed into the urinal and was swept away by the trickling water. John rested his forehead against the cool wall, and tried to pull himself back together. Rodney was right outside, guarding the door. And John had no business thinking about him as he jerked off. Shit.

He pushed away from the wall and pulled up his trousers, fastening them with hands that no longer trembled. He went over to the long sink against the other wall, and washed his hands in the cool water. There was no mirror, and he was glad. He really didn't want to look himself in the eye right now. John splashed some water on his face, and dried off on the roller-towel.

One last twitch at his clothing, and John, taking a deep breath, opened the door. Rodney swiveled to look at him. John licked his lips, and opened his mouth. But what the hell was there to say?

"I'll just be a second," Rodney said casually, as he brushed past John.

"Okay," John said, relieved.

"Oh, and, um, Major?" Rodney paused in the doorway, looking at John.

"McKay?" John said warily.

"On the trip home? I get to be on the bottom." The door swung shut behind Rodney, as John gaped idiotically.

THE END