Vulnerable

by zoeadrea

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asz/zoeadrea/vulnerable.php
Summary: Random dribble, discussion in bed

Rodney propped himself up on his side, hand in his palm as he stared down at the sleeping man beside him. Captain John Sheppard slept like a rock in Atlantis. On missions, he woke at suspicious sounds, but here, floating safely on the waves, he slept like the proverbial babe. Face tuned toward Rodney, hands resting on his chest, John looked=85"Utterly delectable" Rodney thought. "Goddammit."

He reached but hesitated, hand hovering over John's shoulder. There was a bruise coalescing on John's shoulder, and Rodney found himself focusing on it rather than John's face. He remembered biting down right before climaxing, but hadn't realized he'd bitten so hard. He inspected the mark, finger lightly skimming the darkening skin.

John grunted, and threw one of his arms above his head. Rodney quickly withdrew his hand, and watched John settle back into sleep. Damn the bastard, how did he do this to him?

Rodney was, if not used to beauty, at least used to his own reactions to it. When faced with Major Carter's luminous blue eyes, he had attacked her results, her intelligence, her rank and her gender. He had searched for her buttons, looking for a weakness he could shield himself with. While it made earned him no friends, Rodney nevertheless breathed easier once he found out that insinuating she gained Major on her knees made Carter speechless with anger. Granted, he had been shipped off to Russia for it, but in Rodney's mind, this was almost better than continually been subjected to Carter's intolerable combination of beauty and brains.

Fortunately, there weren't many on Atlantis with Carter's magnetism. Weir was beautiful but lacked vulnerability, silk strapped taut across a steel frame. Teyla was also gorgeous, but she was ultimately too alien for Rodney to truly feel comfortable.

John though. Rodney had known he was in trouble the instant John sat in the chair at McMurdo. That instant of uncertainty when the lights came on had completely undone Rodney. Physically, the man was perfect. Lean, athletic, with brandy eyes that saw everything and laughed at most of it. But, it was when John sat in the chair on earth that Rodney=97

Unthinkingly, Rodney's hand had fallen to John's hip, where it was tracing a circle over the jutting bone. He realized what he was doing as john stirred again, and stilled his hand. But, too late; John opened his eyes. He blinked to see Rodney staring intently at him.

"Hey," he said, voice graveled with sleep. He closed his eyes as he stretched his arms over his head, head tilting back as he stretched his entire body. Rodney, mouth dry, kept his hand on John's hip and he felt the muscles tense and shift. John turned slightly more aware eyes to Rodney.

"So, whatcha thinking?" he sing-songed, in that half-facetious way he was so good at. He smiled at Rodney, who dropped his gaze from John's to watch his hand on John's hip. Rodney was silent, he dropped his gaze from John's watch his hand on John's hip.

Unfortunately, John, while pretty, was by no means stupid. He rolled over on his side to mirror Rodney. Head propped on one palm, he stared at Rodney, eyebrow tilted up in silent inquiry. Rodney continued to avoid the other man's eyes, instead concentrating on the hip bone her was stroking.

"Rodney," John finally broke the silence. "Rodney, look at me." Rodney looked up automatically at the command. John looked at him for a long minute, just holding his eyes as Rodney slowed his stroking. "Rodney," John repeated, his voice softer, huskier. "You know, I'm not Carter." Rodney blinked.

"Well, that's a novel topic for pillow talk. No, john. You're not Carter. You don't have blond hair, blue eyes or breasts. But," he smirked and reached down."-you do have a very nice dick." Right before he made contact, John grabbed his wrist.

"Rodney. I'm not Carter." You don't need=85" he searched for the word, still holding Rodney's wrist. "=85to dissect me."

"What are you talking about?" Rodney blustered, trying to muster up some righteous indignation. He pulled his arm, but John wouldn't let him go.

"Look," and John sat up with an ease that left Rodney envious and slightly self-conscious. He turned to face Rodney, sitting Indian style, dick relaxed against his thing, "I know I'm not smart like she wa-is," he stopped, took a breath. "But listen, Rodney. I talk too much, I got sent to Antarctica for mouthing off to my CO. I snore and sometimes, the one thing I want most in the world is to be fucked through the wall."

He leaned over and pushed Rodney to lie back. Rodney, confused, went with it and ended up on his back with john straddled above him. John leaned forward and kissed him luxuriously, tongue lazily tracing his lips until Rodney gasped. After a long, noisy moment John pulled away. "There," he said, looking adown at Rodney. "You now know three things that could destroy me. Can you just," he leaned down and kissed Rodney's neck just behind his jaw, "please," kissed the other side, "please," traced his tongue down Rodney's collarbone, "just relax now?" He latched onto Rodney's jugular and sucked. Rodney moaned and one hand clenched at John's hair, the other finding its place on John's sweaty hip. He could feel the muscles sliding as John slid further down, mouthing his way down to Rodney's nipple. He pushed his head back into the pillow as John laved his nipple over and over, his stomach clenching with each lick.

Again, John pulled away, and Rodney couldn't help but moan at the loss. "I'm not going to hurt you Rodney. Look, you trust me on missions, right? You trust me to get you out of trouble, to get the team back through the gate." He hovered above Rodney, brandy eyes pleading.

Rodney looked at him, at the beautiful man who was anxiously biting his lip, waiting like Rodney's reply was the most important thing in the world. Who knew? Maybe it would work, maybe it wouldn't. But, John wasn't Major Carter. John was=85John. Maybe that would be enough.