Hotshot

by Sid

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Summary: John is flirting, and Rodney's had enough.

Rodney walked into the mess hall and was brought up short by the sight of Sheppard's ass. John was bent over, leaning on a table, talking to two of the more attractive female members of the Atlantis contingent. Talking, yes, right. Flirting was closer to the mark. Rodney gave an audible snort as he walked by.

As he was filling his tray, John appeared at his side. "Hey, Rodney!"

"Don't let me interrupt you," Rodney said loftily.

"Aw, come on. Don't be that way." John lowered his voice. "You know it doesn't mean a thing."

"Did it ever occur to you that it might mean something to me?" Rodney answered with quiet venom.

John blinked and rocked back on his heels. Recovering, he smirked and asked in a plaintive voice, "Can I help it if they think I'm hot?"

Rodney stared at his lover with narrowed eyes. John had the grace to look slightly ashamed. "Your quarters. Twenty minutes."

John's eyes widened. "You're sending me to my room?" he hissed. Rodney pursed his lips. "All right, I'm going," John said, pouting in a way that Rodney normally found to be quite adorable.

But not always.

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Twenty minutes later, Rodney arrived at John's door, carrying a covered styrofoam cup. John let him in cautiously. "I apologize," Sheppard said stiffly.

"Fine, yes. You should," Rodney answered. He waggled a finger. "Take off your clothes." John looked surprised. "I don't usually have to ask you twice," Rodney complained mildly.

"Oh! Sure," John said, beginning to rapidly strip. He paused, hopping on one foot, when he observed that Rodney's clothes weren't coming off. "McKay?"

"Face down on the bed when you're done," Rodney answered, moving towards the bathroom. When he came out, John was prone on the bed, face turned towards Rodney. Rodney ignored the question in his eyes. "Raise up a little," he instructed. John arched his bottom into the air, and Rodney tucked a towel underneath him. "Okay," Rodney said, with a firm pat on the butt.

John lowered himself back down, wriggling into a comfortable position. "What are you up to?" Rodney reached out to the bedside table, and picked up the styrofoam cup. "Whoa!" John said hastily. "Is that hot coffee?"

Rodney's brows knit. "What, you think I'm about to scald you? Are you serious?"

"Well, the towel, the cup..." John's voice tailed off.

"Quite the contrary, as they say, " Rodney smirked. "I'm about to cool you off, hotshot." He popped off the lid, and dug inside, coming up with a curved half-moon of ice.

"Ice?" John said weakly. "You're going to stick ice up my...?"

"You bet I am."

"Is that...what about frostbite?"

"Oh, please," Rodney said, kicking off his shoes before kneeling between John's legs. "The interior of your rectum is at least 99 degrees Fahrenheit. You will not get frostbite." He lined the tip of the ice up carefully and gave a slow push. The cube slid into John's ass and disappeared from sight.

"Holy shit!" John cried out. "Rodney!"

"Give it a squeeze," Rodney said helpfully.

"What?" Rodney saw John's asscheeks contract. "God, that feels so..."

"Cold?"

"You son of a bitch, McKay." John's hands clenched at the sheet and his body squirmed. "It's melting; it's leaking out..."

"That's what the towel's for," Rodney said smugly. "Ready for another one?"

John pounded the bed. "Damn you!" He shuddered as the next cube made contact with his skin and pushed its way into his body. "Arghh!" Rodney stroked his ass, smiling. John's breathing was changing. He was aroused. Time for another cube.

Rodney held on to this one a bit longer, fucking it in and out of John's dripping hole. John was panting and twisting. Rodney finally shoved the cube in hard, feeling it collide with the previous cube, and knowing that John was experiencing that collision intimately. "Squeeze," he whispered.

John squeezed and whimpered. "No more," he begged. "I ache, way up inside."

Rodney stroked his back soothingly. "But I imagine your cock is hard enough to sink the Titanic, hmm?"

John laughed, and squeezed again. "Rodney," he gasped.

"Turn over."

John turned over, moaning with each movement. Rodney twitched the towel into place. John looked up at him with glazed eyes. "Please."

Rodney smiled and picked up the cup one last time. He slid an ice cube into his mouth. John reached for him, chanting his name.

He screamed when Rodney's mouth closed around his prick. At least that's what Rodney planned to tell him later. Screamed like a little girl.

THE END