Entry tags:

nc-17

Wet 'n Wild (NC-17)
Title: Wet 'n Wild
Author: Sandy
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Rating: NC17
Pairing: John/Rodney
Word Count: 2578
Warnings: M/M Slash
Spoilers: Through 2.4 Duet, AU from there
Feedback: Is lusted after and adored
Summary: After their adventure in the moaning cave, John promised Rodney a hot shower. Will he fulfill his promise?
Disclaimer: As much as I would love to own John & Rodney, alas I do not. I only make them have sex.
Sequel to: The Cave
Prompt: #62, "Wet"
My John/Rodney Table

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The trip back to Atlantis from the planet with the moaning cave ended up being pretty miserable for Rodney. After what had happened in the cave, he'd expected the Colonel to warn him against saying anything to anyone. Not that Rodney would have blamed him if he had. After all, the American military had its archaic, homophobic rules, and John's career would be on the line if word got out he'd gotten a hand job from the male chief scientific advisor of the Atlantis Expedition.

But that wasn't what he'd said when he'd come out of the cave. Instead he'd caressed Rodney's face, kissed him, and said... Rodney swallowed and squirmed a bit in his seat when he'd remembered what the Colonel had said.

"You know, being in that cave left us kind of dirty. I think after the debriefing, we need to take a shower." Then his hand had slipped down to cup Rodney's aching erection and he'd added, "Together."

Rodney had searched for the truth in his eyes, and he'd believed. And for the time that it had taken them to get back to the jumper, he'd allowed himself the dream of being with John, an indulgence he'd never permitted himself before. But that hadn't lasted. From the minute they'd entered the small ship, John had ignored him, greeting Teyla and Ronon, telling everyone to take their seats, and then piloting the craft toward the Stargate. He'd neither looked at nor talked to Rodney at all.

Rodney refused to acknowledge the hurt he felt, and instead decided to treat the experience as he'd originally intended, as if it had never happened. The Colonel had probably just been high on post-orgasm endorphins when he'd come out of the cave. Rodney was sure John had meant it at the time – John had never deliberately lied to Rodney - but now he was himself again, American military and uncompromisingly straight. Rodney was pretty sure the next time Sheppard spoke to him privately, it would be to beg off the shower and back away from the... From the what? The relationship? Rodney almost laughed out loud. Please, one hand job in a cave that made porn noises did not constitute a relationship, not even in Rodney's vivid imagination.

They arrived back at Atlantis and went through the obligatory medical exam before meeting in Elizabeth's office for the debriefing. When Elizabeth dismissed them, Rodney quickly gathered his things and headed toward the transporter. He hoped he could get back to his quarters before the Colonel could make it out of the control room and thus avoid the embarrassing confrontation. He had nearly made his escape when he heard, "Rodney, wait up."

Closing his eyes in frustration, he waited until John jogged up and joined him in the transporter. John flashed him a grin and hit the panel that would direct them to the area near Rodney's quarters. The doors closed and then opened again to an empty corridor.

They stepped out, but before they could go any farther, Rodney said, "Colonel, wait."

John stopped and looked at him curiously. "What?"

Rodney swallowed and stared down the hall, unable to look at John. "You don't have to do this. I... I know you feel obligated, but..."

John just stared at him. "Jesus, Rodney. You really don't get it, do you?" Rodney watched in surprise as John strode down the hall, his body language fairly screaming irritation at Rodney. Rodney sighed and followed. This was turning into something complicated and messy; exactly what he'd been hoping to avoid.

John stopped in front of Rodney's door and waited until Rodney palmed the door open. They stepped inside and Rodney turned to once again try to explain to the Colonel that it was okay if he wanted to forget the whole thing. He didn't get a chance to say a word. John grabbed him before he could speak, shoved him up against the wall and crushed his mouth to Rodney's. The kiss was hard and angry and incredibly hot. Rodney could do nothing but hang on as John assaulted him with lips and tongue and sharp, white teeth. When Rodney began to moan, John pulled back and shook his head. "You really make me crazy sometimes, you know that?"

Rodney opened his mouth to reply, but once again John cut him off with a kiss. John's tongue circled Rodney's lips and then plunged inside, tasting and licking and teasing until Rodney reached up and grabbed John's head, pulling John's mouth hard against his own. They continued to kiss, bodies pressed together, hips grinding until Rodney was sure he was going to come, right then, right there, standing up against a wall fully clothed.

John had other ideas, however, and just as Rodney was on the verge of climax, he pulled back and stepped away, completely breaking contact. Rodney reached out for him, but he backed farther away tugging his t-shirt over his head. Rodney froze as he took in John's bare shoulders and arms and chest and belly. John grinned wickedly, moved over to sit on the edge of the bed, and began to unlace his boots. Boots and socks were removed and then John stood up again. He unstrapped his sidearm and tossed holster and gun onto the bed and then he unfastened his pants. Pants and boxers joined the shirt, boots, and socks in a pile on the floor and John stood there, completely nude with a raging hard-on.

Rodney was speechless staring at John, his own erection pressing painfully against his clothing. He still couldn't believe that John was here, not only willingly but quite obviously eagerly, naked and hard and wanting Rodney. His eyes roamed over John's body, greedily filing every inch away into memory so he could recall it when today's interlude was over.

John stepped back up to Rodney and kissed him before slipping away once again.

"I'll be in the shower."

Rodney watched mesmerized as John walked away from him, buttock muscles flexing with each step. He disappeared into the bathroom and Rodney heard the water turn on. The sound of the shower snapped him out of his trance and he began to undress.

When he was naked, he took a deep, steadying breath and walked into the bathroom. Through the steam he could see John's silhouette standing under the spray. He had his head tipped back and was sluicing water over his face with his hands. He was long and lean and hard, and Rodney wanted him more than he'd ever wanted another human being.

When he stepped into the shower, John turned his head slightly and smiled at him.

"Hey."

"Hey, yourself."

John faced forward again and said, "Wash my back?"

Rodney's cock jumped and it took all his willpower to bring himself back under control. He reached out and picked up the bottle of fragrance-free body wash for sensitive skin and poured a generous amount into the palm of his hand. Rubbing his hands together to distribute the soap, he stepped up to John and began running his hands over John's shoulders, down his back, and over firm buttocks. And that, Rodney thought as he closed his eyes and caressed the tight flesh, was amazing. John's skin was smooth and warm and taut over strong, compact muscles, and Rodney's fingers tingled from the contact as they followed the line of John's spine up to his shoulders and down his arms to his hands. He interlaced their fingers and stepped up close until he was pressed against John's back, his cock rubbing against the cheeks of John's ass. He lowered his head and began to nibble his way across John's shoulder and up his neck, tasting warm water and hot skin.

John moaned and pressed back into Rodney pulling Rodney's hands up to his chest. Rodney slipped his fingers free and began to caress John's chest, flicking his thumbs over hardening nipples, and then followed the line of hair down to his belly. He was touching John just as he had in the cave, but now John was naked and wet and slick and Rodney had never felt anything so good. While Rodney's hands slid over the wet skin, his lips trailed up John's long neck to the bottom of his ear. He nibbled on the earlobe and then darted the tip of his tongue inside the ear, bringing a shudder and moan from John. John's hips bucked when Rodney reached down to the base of John's erection and wrapped one hand around the hard shaft. His other hand slipped down to cup John's balls, fondling them gently before he moved his hand back up to encircle John's waist.

"Rodney," John groaned, thrusting into Rodney's hand. Rodney smiled at the tone of desperation and need in John's voice, and he began to stroke, a long, slow, gliding motion that had John moaning and panting. John reached back and grasped Rodney's ass, holding tight as he thrust forward into Rodney's hand and back against Rodney's cock. Rodney loved the feel of John's cock in his hand, long and solid, heavy and warm, and the feel of John's ass rubbing against him was bringing him ever closer to his own climax. Biting down gently onto John's shoulder, he ran his thumb over the tip of John's penis and circled the head with the palm of his hand. A whimpering noise escaped from John's throat and he begged, "God, Rodney, now."

Rodney tightened his grip and stroked faster, the water making it easy to slide his hand up and down the length of John's cock. He felt John tense and tightened his hold around John's waist, holding him steady as he came crying out Rodney's name. Rodney loosened the hand around John's cock but continued slowly stroking as John rode out his orgasm. He held John close to him, keeping him upright when he felt the other man's knees go weak.

He'd done that. He'd made John come. He'd made John cry out. He'd made John weak in the knees.

They rested for several minutes while warm water poured over them in a gentle rain. Rodney's hand loosely held John's cock while John leaned into Rodney, his head resting on Rodney's shoulder. Rodney's head found a resting place at the juncture where neck met shoulder. He could have stayed like that for days.

At last, however, John straightened up and pulled away from Rodney. Turning around, he cupped Rodney's head in one hand and leaned in for a kiss before trailing his lips across Rodney's jaw to his neck.

He gently pushed Rodney back out of the spray and up against the shower wall. "Your turn, Rodney," he murmured.

Rodney's head hit the wall with a thud as John's lips spread a trail of liquid fire down his body. His tongue flicked over one of Rodney's nipples and then he drew the hard, sensitive nub into his mouth. Rodney moaned and cupped the back of John's head, running his fingers through the thick thatch of hair. John abandoned the nipple only to turn his attention to its mate. Sucking, licking, nibbling, the talented mouth was taking Rodney to the very edge, and John hadn't even touched his cock yet.

With a final flick of his tongue, John released the nipple and continued his downward course, kissing his way down Rodney's stomach until at last he was on his knees. Rodney gasped in pleasure as John wrapped one hand around Rodney's cock and brought it to his mouth. Moans escaped from Rodney's lips as John licked around the head and dipped the tip of his tongue into the slit lapping up the pre-cum, then opening his mouth wider, he took Rodney in.

Rodney decided that no porn movie could ever touch the eroticism of watching his cock slide in and out of the Colonel's mouth. He closed his eyes and grasped John's head as he sucked with just the right amount of pressure. His tongue licked along the length of Rodney's cock, teasing at the thick vein that ran along the back of the shaft, and his hand at the base of Rodney's cock set up a slow rhythm. John took him in again, and then slowly raised his head, sliding the thick shaft over his lips as he gently sucked. When he reached the top, the pointed tip of his tongue twined around the head of Rodney's cock, dipped into the slit, and then slid around the head once more. He took just the tip into his mouth and sucked, then drew in more until he had almost the entire length in his mouth. When John opened his throat and took Rodney all the way in, Rodney's head hit the wall again as he bucked in pleasure. He wasn't going to last long. He'd been left wanting for too long, and before he could even warn John, his orgasm was upon him, hard and hot and completely enervating. John's mouth continued to suck as he swallowed, and Rodney whimpered and slid down the wall, his cock slipping free of John's hot mouth.

He sat in a crumpled heap on the shower floor, and John moved to sit beside him.

"So," John said, a pleased smirk on his face. "Pretty good, huh?"

"I've had better," Rodney rasped, his eyes closed and his body a boneless mass.

John laughed. "Liar."

Rodney just smiled, too sated to concentrate on witty repartee. At last, he opened his eyes and gazed at the spray of water still gushing from the showerhead. "I think we need to get out of here before Zelenka comes to find out why so much water is being used in these quarters."

With a sigh both men pushed themselves upright, washed quickly, and turned off the shower. Drying off, they headed back into the bedroom. Rodney opened a drawer to take out clean clothing while John picked up his dirty clothes with a moue of distaste. With a look of resignation, he dressed and then sat on the bed to pull on his boots.

Rodney watched him out of the corner of his eye as he dressed. He didn't know what to do. Was he supposed to ask when he'd see John again? That was both trite and stupid since they worked together in a small community. Was he supposed to wait for John to make the next move, or was he supposed to make the next move? Was there even supposed to be a next move, or was this it? He wanted to ask John to come back to his room tonight so they could do this all over again, but he wasn't sure John wanted to continue. He was the most brilliant man in two galaxies, but when it came to relationships, he was completely flummoxed.

At last John finished dressing and strapped on his sidearm. Running his hands through his still wet hair, he said, "I need to get to my own quarters and get changed." He came over to Rodney, gave him a quick, closed-mouth kiss, and said, "See you later."

Then he was gone.

Rodney stood staring at his closed door. So, that was it apparently. Game over.

Returning to his bathroom, he cleaned up the mess they'd left, storing away the memories they'd made there. When he was finished, he left his room and headed for the lab.

Dr. McKay was back on duty.


Story continued in Coupling


The End