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April fic: Meltdown, SGA
by Feather (feather_autant)
at April 26th, 2006 (10:01 am)

current mood: chipper

Author: feather_autant
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: John/Rodney
Fandom: SGA
Summary: One kiss changes everything.
Word count: 5335
Notes: Spoilers for Inferno. Thanks as always to the usual suspects for looking this over.

Elizabeth asked John to stay after the meeting to ask a few more questions about the resettlement
and how the Taranians were adapting to their new planet. Chancellor Lycus, Norina, and several
other diplomats had attended the briefing and were staying a few days on Atlantis to work out the
details of the treaty. The Orion was safely in Atlantis, so Rodney had attended the meeting, too.
John answered Elizabeth's questions tiredly. It had been a few long, harrowing days.

"Why don't you go get some sleep?" She finally asked warmly. "You look like you could use it."

John sniffed his shirt sleeve. "I'll be dead to the world after I shower."

Elizabeth laughed and nodded. "I'm sure that would be appreciated."

"Hey!" John said, pretending to be hurt.

She looked at him with a twinkle in her eyes. "Dismissed, Colonel."

John gave her a quick grin then left the briefing room. He made his way down the stairs to the
corridor leading to his quarters. He heard the voices and laughter before he saw them, but even
those sounds set his teeth on edge. Suddenly his irritation overrode his tiredness. God, it was so
pathetic. He'd been watching McKay fawn over Norina for days now, and it sounded
like it was still going on. McKay stuttered something unintelligible and Norina's silvery laugh
answered. John stalked around the corner, not realizing he was scowling. He really should go to
his quarters like he'd planned, but the mess hall was that way and he suddenly wanted to get . . .
something. He forced a smile onto his face, hoping it didn't look as awkward as it felt.

"Hey you two," he said as brightly as he could manage when he saw them. "What's going on?"

Norina had her hands behind her, arching back against the wall, letting it hold her up, thrusting
her breasts and hips out. McKay was standing close-- too close, really, leaning in, a dopey smile
on his face. Jesus. This was a public corridor. Didn't they realize that? John felt the hairs at the
nape of his neck prickle.

"Colonel Sheppard!" Norina said, easing sideways away from Rodney. "We were just--"

"Making dinner plans," Rodney finished smugly.

"Really?" John asked, trying not to grit his teeth. "Shouldn't you be getting back to the Orion?"

Rodney looked at him incredulously with that lopsided slant to his mouth. "Excuse me? I think
I'm entitled to dinner, Colonel."

John opened his mouth to retort when Norina quickly said, "I should be going. I'll see you later,
Rodney," and slithered away.

Both John and Rodney watched her go. Rodney turned to John, finger up, mouth opened, ready
to start ranting.

"You know they're fake, right?" John said, cutting him off.

Rodney frowned. "What are?"

"Her breasts."

Rodney's mouth dropped open again. "You are absolutely unbelievable, you know that?" he
practically shouted. "You have no basis for that observation," he paused then asked suspiciously,
"Do you?"

John glared. "I've got eyes, don't I? They don't move."

"Oh yes, Colonel," Rodney said sarcastically. "And that's empirical evidence."

John shrugged insultingly. "Once you've been up close and personal with a few it isn't too hard
to spot them."

"I'll have you know that I've-- " Rodney blushed, clearly deciding not to tell that lie, and
cleared his throat. "Never mind. I'm a gentleman."

"Since when?" John scoffed in disbelief.

That damned smug look returned to Rodney's face. "No matter. I'll find out soon enough on my

John felt his whole body tense up. God, even his hair was quivering. They'd been sniping at
each other for days now and he could feel his frustration boiling over. Despite the fact Rodney
had saved them, or maybe because of it, he'd been so goddamned smug and irritating.
He wanted to shake Rodney. Or hit him. Or something, anything to wipe that smirk off
his face. "Yeah, well, don't let the chance of getting laid shadow the fact that the hive ship is on
its way." He turned to walk away, thrumming with pent up energy.

"Getting laid will probably help me concentrate better," Rodney said to his back.

John snapped. He turned on his heel, shoved Rodney up against the wall and kissed him hard,
thrusting his thigh between Rodney's legs, capturing Rodney's flailing hands and pinning them
against the wall by Rodney's head, holding him with his weight, plundering his mouth. Rodney
made some muffled noises and pushed against him, which just made John push back. After a
few moments he felt Rodney yield and his heart soared-- then it hit him and he realized what he
was doing. When he pulled back they were both panting harshly. Rodney looked as shocked as
he felt.

"God, Rodney," he started wearily, all the fight gone. "I don't know what I was-- " He pushed
backwards, moving his weight away and released Rodney's wrists so he could scrub his hands
down over his face. He looked back into Rodney's stunned eyes, pleading. "I'm just really tired.
And this whole competition thing, and the almost dying again thing-- " He trailed off, not
knowing what else to say. "I'm sorry," he finished lamely.

"No, no," Rodney stuttered, swallowing hard. "It's fine-- the whole compet--I mean, I underst--
I'm really tired too--not a problem."

"Are we gonna be okay?"

"What? Yes, of course," Rodney said quickly. "Why wouldn't we be?"

"Well, I just-- " John couldn't say it so he just waved vaguely.

"That? No, it's jus--not a prob--already forgotten," Rodney said, sounding seriously freaked out.

"Look," John said earnestly. "It won't happen again, okay?"

"No, of course not. It's f-fine," Rodney said, although he didn't sound fine at all.

John had the insane urge to shake hands, but kept his arms firmly at his side. God, shake hands?
After he'd just . . . kissed Rodney? He stifled a groan. Tactical retreat was the coward's way out,
but John was all for it at that point. A little space seemed to be in order anyway. "Listen, I'm
gonna," and he waved in the general direction of his quarters. "Enjoy your dinner, okay?" He
absolutely was not going to reach out and squeeze Rodney's shoulder.

"Dinner?" Rodney asked, confused. Then he remembered. "Oh, right. Dinner."

"I'll see you later," John said, desperately wishing he'd never walked down the corridor.

"Right," Rodney said, "later." God, it was all so awkward. Rodney wasn't even using his own
words anymore, just mirroring what John said.

John turned and walked away, leaving Rodney standing alone in the passageway. At least
nobody had walked up on them in the very public corridor.

He shouldn't, and he knew that, but John couldn't help seeking Rodney out the next day. Not
that he was burning up with curiosity, and something else he wasn't ready to name. He found
Rodney bent over some piece of equipment on the Orion's bridge, his ass in the air, pants
stretched tight, and no, his brain was not going to go there. He wasn't going to look at
the shape, or think about how tight it would be. And fuck, where were these thoughts coming
from anyway? He mentally growled at himself then said, "Hey, Rodney."

Rodney jumped like he'd been goosed and whirled around. "Sheppard! I-- what are you-- I was
just--" and he looked like a deer caught in headlights.

John gave a mental sigh. Obviously it was going to take some time for things to get back to
normal. "I'm just here to check on your progress," he said.

"Oh," Rodney said, sounding disappointed for some reason. "We still have a lot of work to do."

John nodded. And no, he wasn't going to ask, wasn't going to acknowledge the jealousy burning
through him. "So. How was your date?" Okay, so maybe he was going to ask.

"Date?" Rodney asked absently. Then he remembered. "Oh! Date! It-- umm-- it was okay."

John nodded, waiting, then when no other information was forthcoming said, "Good. I hope it
works out for you," hoping it didn't come out as stilted as it sounded in his head.

"She went back already," Rodney said, and John's heart gave a little leap, because Rodney didn't
sound too upset about that.

Also, he didn't have the smug look John imagined he'd have after a night of spectacular sex. Not
that he'd imagined it or anything. And no, he wasn't a little relieved at that. "Oh," he said
casually, forgetting to say something sympathetic. "Well, listen. You want to go grab lunch or

Rodney blinked, and oh god, was that a blush? Why would Rodney blush? "I'd--really can't--
maybe next time," he stammered.

John nodded. "Keep me posted?"

"Yes, posted," Rodney said.

Yep, the weirdness was still there.

Lunch the next day was Rodney's favorite. John hung out in the mess hall, hoping he'd show up,
pathetic as that sounded. But he didn't. Right as the meal service was about to end John loaded
a tray. Rodney would probably try to subsist on MREs and powerbars for the next several weeks.
A good meal wouldn't hurt him. He carried the tray to the Orion.

"Lunch!" he announced when he found Rodney, head buried inside a cabinet.

Rodney stood up too quickly and smacked his head. "Sonofabitch!" he yelped, feeling the spot.
"Am I bleeding?"

John put the tray down and went over to him. "Here, let me see," he said, gently moving
Rodney's hand. He felt around the area. "No blood. Are you okay?"

"No," Rodney snapped. "You startled me."

"I brought you lunch," John said, extending an olive branch.

"Oh," Rodney said, his eyes getting big. "That was very-- I haven't had a decent-- I'm surprised
you'd even think-- thank you," he finished lamely.

They sat down and John watched with amusement as Rodney shoveled the food into his mouth.
"You know," he commented. "There's this concept called ‘savoring'."

"Yes, I'm aware of that!" Rodney snapped. "Believe me, it's something I'll practice once we've
defeated this hive ship." Then he saw John look at him in disbelief, so he added, "Okay, well, at
least until the next crisis."

John laughed, then took the tray away and left Rodney to his work.

That night John found himself at Rodney's side yet again, something he didn't want to examine
too closely. "You look like shit," John said, looking him over. Rodney looked exhausted and
had the start of purple bruises underneath his eyes. "Why don't you relax? Maybe get some

"No time," Rodney said, resolutely scarfing down a powerbar. "Besides, I don't do relaxing very

"I've noticed that," John said, smiling. "Here," he moved behind Rodney and put his hands on
his shoulders, meaning to loosen some of the tense muscles there. He felt Rodney tense up even
more and snatched his hands away. What was he thinking? "Sorry," he said quickly. "I don't
know what I was-- " and his voice trailed off. God, there had to be some way to get past this.

"No," Rodney said quickly, turning around to face him. "It's– that was really ni--I mean, I could
use a good mas--" and he gulped, his voice trailing off too. "Um, I guess I do need some sleep,"
he finished weakly.

"Yeah," John said, backing away. "I'm going to go get some sleep myself." He turned and left

John hit the submit button on his report and shut the computer down, stretching broadly. He
should really go check on McKay, see how the repairs were coming along. He stood up and left
his office. He smiled and nodded to the people he passed in the halls, not really paying attention.
It had been almost a week since the kiss, and he knew he should leave Rodney alone, but he
couldn't seem to help himself. He'd figured Rodney would get over it in a few days, but that
hadn't happened. Whenever he showed up and acted friendly, Rodney stammered and stuttered
like a school kid. A part of John thought that maybe giving it time, spending time with him,
letting Rodney replace the memory of the weirdness of the kiss with the weirdness of their
everyday lives would help get things back to normal.

Another part of John knew he was tormenting Rodney.

He knew he should feel guilty about that.

Except for some reason it didn't feel like he was tormenting Rodney.

John stopped and basked for a moment when the ship came into view, still feeling the thrill of
knowing it was his. True, it was on loan, but still his. He climbed inside and went looking for
Rodney, finding him in the engine room, sprawled on his back working underneath a console.
"Hey," he said casually, leaning against the bulkhead. "How's it goin?"

Rodney gave a start and curled his head up, his eyes big. "Joh-- Colonel! We-- it's not-- "
Rodney gulped. "I mean, it's going to be close."

John pushed off from the wall and moved to squat by Rodney's legs, leaning in to see what he
was doing. He inhaled deeply, not to sniff or anything, but just because he felt the need to take a
deep breath. "Will we be ready?"

"I don't know," Rodney said. "It's too soon to tell. Maybe."

"We're running out of time," John reminded him, leaning closer to get a better look. He could
feel the heat radiating off Rodney's body. "This ship could be the edge that keeps us from
losing Atlantis."

"Yes, thank you!" Rodney scooted out from underneath the console and reached for his laptop.
"I'm aware of that!" He seemed disconcerted when John didn't move away. "I'm--I mean, my
team-- we're working on it."

"We need you to pull this one off, Rodney," John said.

"Yes, thank you for reminding me!" Rodney snapped. "And once again for putting the
responsibility squarely on my shoulders!"

John couldn't help grinning. Rodney was so easy to wind up. "You work best if I apply a little
pressure," he admitted.

Rodney rolled his eyes. "Like the extra stress of that won't give me a heart attack or a stroke or
something. What would happen to Atlantis then?"

John shrugged. "We'd probably be overrun by Wraith and preserved for midnight snacks."

Rodney groaned. "Okay, now I won't even be able to die in peace knowing that."

John laughed and Rodney smiled, giving him a dopey grin. John's heart leapt in a funny way,
because there was something familiar about that particular smile. He puzzled over it for a
moment-- then it hit him. That was the exact smile he'd seen Rodney give Norina in the hallway.
John froze as the realization crashed through him. Rodney hadn't been acting funny because of
the kiss. Or rather, he had.

Because he'd been flirting.

In a very Rodney kind of way.

"What?" Rodney asked worriedly. "Is there something else? Did you just think of something?
You look like you've thought of something."

John suddenly realized that he was crouched next to Rodney-- close enough to smell him, close
enough to reach out and touch him.

Close enough to lean over and kiss him.

John stood up hastily. "No, no," he said, backing away. "Nothing else. I'm glad there's
progress." He pointed vaguely toward the exit. "I've got--," he felt a moment of panic, his brain
searching frantically for an excuse to leave, "things to do to get ready."

Rodney looked at him oddly and cocked his head, expressive brows drawn together. "Are you

"What? Yes, of course," John said. He took a step back, away from Rodney's scent, away from
the force of Rodney's personality, but most especially away from the sudden urge to kiss him.

John babbled a few more excuses before fleeing. He strode purposefully to his apartment, his
demeanor making it clear that he wasn't in the mood to stop and chat with anyone on the way.
Finally, his door slid shut behind him and he was alone.

So he could think.

An hour later he was still thinking, his brain spinning, not able to stop and focus on one
particular thing. It would be so damned stupid, especially now during crunch time; the last thing
Rodney needed was the distraction.

A little stress relief was exactly what they both needed.

It would cause more stress than relief.

Rodney liked hot blondes.

Rodney was flirting with him.

He wasn't blonde.

But he knew that, okay, maybe he was a little hot in his own way.

He replayed the kiss, something he hadn't allowed himself to do before-- the feel of Rodney's
body pressed against his, the softness of his lips, the taste of him, the rasp of stubble, the
incredible hotness of pinning Rodney's wrists to the wall and having him push against the

They really shouldn't.

Oh yeah, they really should.

John scrubbed his hands through his hair and decided to go for a run. Maybe it would help clear
his head. He headed out to the south pier and set up an easy pace, the rhythmic pounding of his
feet a counterpoint to the racing of his mind. Gradually, his brain quieted and he could think a
little more clearly. Okay, yes, there was the potential for disaster, but what relationship didn't
have that potential? And there was something about the two of them that had always clicked.
And Rodney was flirting, John was sure of it. That meant he was interested, right? And why had
he chosen to kiss Rodney as a way of shutting him up?

John allowed himself to play the last few days through his head. He'd been spending time,
seeking Rodney out. Why was that? And why had he been so irritated over Norina? Was he
really that shallow a guy that he begrudged Rodney a date?

Was he really jealous that Norina was interested in Rodney? Or that Rodney was interested in

But now it seemed that Rodney was interested in him, and he felt a flush of pleasure at
that thought.

He saw movement ahead of him and focused. Teyla and Ronan were running side by side toward
him, out for their own exercise. He picked up the pace a little, lifted his knees a little higher. He
was the team leader, after all. Teyla grinned as they got closer, lifted her hand, and high-fived
John as they passed each other.

That was another thing. What would it do to the team dynamics? Rodney wasn't exactly known
for keeping his emotions under wraps. Unresolved sexual tension caused its own stresses, but
then again, resolved sexual tension did, too.

John headed back to his quarters and a hot shower, not having resolved a goddamned thing.

It was Rodney who made the first move and decided for him. John answered his door to find
Rodney there, looking flushed and flustered.

"Can I come in?" Rodney asked a little uncertainly. "Can I--there's just something I've got to--
you've been-- I need--" and he pushed past John, let the door slide shut, grabbed his arm, and
kissed him.

John only hesitated a moment. He lifted his hand, curled it at Rodney's nape, and kissed him
back, softly, sweetly at first, then with a little more heat, passion curling up from his belly,
because it was like a dam breaking, something deeper than just the physical need, waves of long-
denied longing and desire washing though him, things he hadn't even really realized were there.

Rodney kissed the way he did everything else, with complete openness. There was an
uncharacteristic hesitancy, though, so John used his hands and body and mouth to show Rodney
it was okay, that he was onboard with the whole thing, wanted it too, so damned badly. His
hands roamed over Rodney's body, caressing his arms and hips, curling around his back, pulling
him closer. His lips and tongue coaxed and urged, and he groaned when Rodney's confidence
grew. His body pressed forward, his growing erection pressing against Rodney's own.

"Are we doing this?" Rodney asked, breathless.

"Oh yeah," John answered, and crowded him toward the bed.

They stretched out, Rodney on his back, John half on top, thigh between Rodney's legs, and
kissed again until they were both breathing hard, gasping from the intensity of it. John dragged
his tongue over the tendon in Rodney's neck, feeling him shiver under the touch. His hand
wormed its way underneath Rodney's shirt, feeling the smooth skin, the soft hair, then up to the
right nipple, already hard and erect. Rodney gasped when John traced around it, pushing his
chest up, asking for more. John thumbed in decreasing circles, spiraling in until he made contact,
and his dick jumped when Rodney groaned deeply.

All he wanted to do was get naked-- get Rodney out of his clothes, lose his own, and feel skin on

John knelt up and pulled his shirt off, then helped Rodney sit up and pull his over his head. He
leaned forward until their lips met and used his weight to push Rodney back into the pillow, both
of them groaning at the skin contact.

Rodney kissed him and ghosted a hand down John's arm, tracing lean muscle and sinew. His
fingers glided over the spot on the inside of John's elbow, slid down to John's wrist, then across
his sensitive palm, before lacing their fingers, somehow connecting them.

John nuzzled his way down Rodney's neck and chest until he reached the responsive nipple. He
did the same thing with his tongue he'd done with his thumb, moving it in decreasing circles
until he gently licked the edge of the nub.

Rodney gasped and arched up, his free hand moving to John's hair. "John," he whispered, and
John's dick twitched again at hearing his name spoken like that, full of want and need and
wonder. He surged back up, capturing Rodney's mouth again. "Let's lose the pants," he said,
nuzzling Rodney's neck.

They worked the buttons together, and John groaned in protest when he had to move off Rodney
so they could push the pants down. Each took a shoe and they tossed everything to the floor.

"What about yours?" Rodney asked, his fingertips running down John's chest and stomach,
following the treasure trail that led into John's waistband. He brushed the top of John's cock and
smiled when he felt it twitch.

John was busy staring. He took in the hairy shins, the smooth paleness of Rodney's thighs, the
pink, wrinkled skin covering his balls, the crinkled riot of pubic hair, the stiff penis, already
leaking, the soft curve of his belly, the broad expanse of chest, and his eyes finally came to rest
when he looked into Rodney's eyes. He swallowed hard. "God, Rodney," and it came out a

Rodney's eyebrows drew together worriedly. "Is this okay?" he asked, his hand waving up and
down his body. "Are you okay?"

John felt his mouth water so he swallowed again. "Yeah," he breathed. "Very okay."

"Well, take your pants off then," Rodney said, his face breaking into a grin.

How could John argue with such brilliant logic? He grinned back and started working on his
own buttons, but had to pause, letting Rodney take over for a minute, because he just had to get a
taste, so he leaned over and planted a kiss to the tip of Rodney's cock, darting his tongue out to
gather some of the pre-come pooled there. He heard Rodney gasp, and felt his fingers stop
working, so he opened his lips and took the head in, going down to just beneath the corona. He
kept his lips firmly around the glans as he pulled back up.

"Okay," Rodney panted. "Nice preview there."

John straightened back up and grinned, then finished helping Rodney get him naked.

They stretched out again like before, except it was so much better now. Rodney writhed as they
kissed, his hips moving, restless, and John moved too, his ass clenching, his cock rubbing right
up against Rodney's, their chests sliding together.

John worked his way back down, teasing each nipple until Rodney was panting, licking around
his navel, then down to the crease of his thigh, nuzzling, breathing deeply, lapping up the salt.
He licked over the head of Rodney's cock, sucked on the sensitive underside, then opened his
lips wide and took as much as he could in.

"Oh, god," Rodney said, sounding drunk. He rested one hand on John's head, fingering his hair.
"Please don't stop doing that."

"Hmmmm," John answered, and felt Rodney shiver at the vibrations. He slid his mouth down
quickly, then took his sweet time sliding back up, sucking strongly. After a few more times he
cupped Rodney's balls, rolling them gently, and moved his mouth up and down more smoothly.
He reached back with his thumb, searching for Rodney's opening, and felt him tense up. He let
Rodney's cock slip from his mouth but kept hold of the balls. "You don't want me to?" he

"No, no, I do," Rodney said, then he flushed. "It's just that I--" his voice trailed off.

John raised himself up on his elbow. "You've done this before, right?"

"Of course I have," Rodney snapped. "Well, mostly."


"I've never, you know," Rodney said, looking embarrassed.

"But you've been with a guy, right?"

"I've dabbled," Rodney said haughtily. "Well, if you count a mutual handjob," he conceded.

John looked at him, stunned. "So you've never--"

"Kissed, blown, fucked," Rodney admitted, sounding shy of all things.

"I'm the first," John said, a little disturbed at how much he like knowing that.

"Well, you would be if you'd get back to it," Rodney sniped.

John laughed and moved up to kiss him again. "We don't have to do anything complicated," he
murmured against Rodney's lips.

"I want to," Rodney breathed. "I've always wondered."

"Are you sure?" John asked.

"Not if you're going to analyze it to death," Rodney said.

John laughed again. "Roll over," he said, moving away.


"Just do it, Rodney."

Rodney grunted and rolled over, then spread his legs. John got his lube stash from the bedside
table, and put it within easy reach, then climbed on, tucking himself against Rodney's back,
nuzzling at his shoulder blades, his cock happily nestling between Rodney's cheeks. He rolled
his hips, letting Rodney feel him, then moved down, trailing kisses along Rodney's spine, licking
the small of his back, then lower still.

Rodney rubbed against the sheets, grasping them in his fists. John's tongue caressed, his breath
warmed, his spit cooled, and it was all so overwhelming, then John licked him, right
there, and Rodney almost forgot to breathe at the sensation, at the sheer intimacy of it.

‘So beautiful," John murmured, kissing one cheek then the other. "God, Rodney." John didn't
stop until Rodney's opening was pulsing rhythmically, something that had never happened to
him before. But then, none of this had happened before.

Rodney heard the snap of a cap, then fingers joined in, slick and cool, and it felt so damned good
to have them slide past the throbbing, to give him something to squeeze against.

John rubbed deep, pushing the lube in as much as he could. "Okay," he finally said, urging with
his hands. "Turn over."

Rodney rolled over, his cock bouncing eagerly against his stomach, and John had to taste one
more time. He sealed his lips around the shaft, tonguing and sucking, until he felt Rodney's cock
fill even more. He knelt up and shuffled close, took the pillow and tucked it underneath
Rodney's hips, then lifted both legs and rested them on his shoulders. He grabbed a handful of
lube, slicked himself up, then lined up with Rodney's opening, not pushing yet, and leaned in for
a kiss.

Rodney grunted as his legs pressed against his chest. "I don't think that's going to work," he

"Here," John said, and lowered one of Rodney's legs to curl around his back. He met less
resistance when he leaned in again. "Better?"

"Hmmmm," Rodney agreed, and slid his hand behind John's neck, pulling him in. He could feel
John snugged tight against his opening, feel the heat radiating off his body, taste him, smell him,
and oh god, it was going to happen.

"Just breathe," John murmured, knelt back up, and pushed.

Rodney did, breathing past the initial burn, breathing through the strangeness, and when John
was finally buried deep enough to roll his hips, breathed himself into the pleasure. He let himself
fall into it, let the sensation overwhelm him. "Oh god," he said, looked into John's eyes, and was
stunned to see how turned on John was.

"Yeah," John agreed shakily, his whole body quivering with the need to thrust. "You okay?"

"Better if you move," Rodney said, and moved his hips.

John surged forward smoothly, using long, steady strokes. Rodney let his head fall back, closed
his eyes, and just felt it all, the steady thrusting, the shuddering pleasure when John pushed deep,
the way his body seemed more alive than he remembered it being.

John kissed the calf resting on his shoulder, stroked Rodney's thighs, reached a hand up to his
chest to tease a nipple then back down to cup his balls, using every touch and stroke to arouse,
make it good, give pleasure. He tilted Rodney's hips up a little more and knew he's brushed
Rodney's prostate when his body vibrated around John's cock and he groaned deeply.


"So good," Rodney whimpered, lost.

John stopped completely, because christ he was right there on the edge and it wasn't time yet.
Rodney's eyes flew open and he lifted his head. "John?"

"No!" John said, clutching Rodney's thighs convulsively. "Shit! Rodney!" Rodney had
clenched his ass instinctively when he curled his head up, and his hips had shifted just a little,
and nonononono! Not yet!

John's body took over and he came like gangbusters, hips snapping forward, blood pounding in
his ears, blinding pleasure spiking through him.

The next thing he knew he was sprawled on top of Rodney, being held close, kisses raining over
his neck and shoulders. He groaned, embarrassed. "Sorry," he said into Rodney's neck,

"I made you lose control," Rodney said, sounding awed, of all things. "I-- that was the hottest
thing that's ever happened to me."

John groaned, mortified, wishing desperately, too late, that he'd jerked off earlier so he would
have had more staying power. "I just-- you were so-- I couldn't stop." He could feel Rodney's
erection pressing into his belly. His traitorous cock slipped out of Rodney's body. He kissed
Rodney deeply. "God, Rodney. That hasn't happened to me since I was a teenager."

"You have no idea how glad I am to hear that," Rodney said, sounding disgustingly pleased with

"We're not done yet," John promised, nuzzling against Rodney's lips.

"I'm glad to hear that, too. What did you have in mind?"

"Well, I could blow you," John said, pulling Rodney's lower lip between his and sucking on it.
"Or you could fuck me."

"You'd let me do that?" Rodney asked, stunned.

"I want you to do that," John said, then added, "only if you want to."

"And I have to choose?"

"Well, we could do one now and the other the next time," John said.

"There is going to be a next time?" Rodney asked hopefully.

John looked at him earnestly. "I hope so, my shortcomings notwithstanding."

Rodney crushed him tightly in a hug, then gave him enough room to kiss him again. He not-so-
subtly pushed down on John's shoulders.

John laughed, kissed him deeply once again, then slithered down. He pushed inside with two
fingers, probing gently, and sucked and licked and touched until Rodney emptied his balls into
John's mouth.

Later, when they were curled up comfortably, John watched Rodney sleep, and yes, he'd been
right. There was a definite smugness that radiated off him even in slumber. John smiled his own
smug smile, snuggled down, close his eyes, and let himself drift off in contentment. They'd worry
about the Wraith tomorrow.


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Posted by: What, does he wanna date me or kill me? (krysalys)
Posted at: April 26th, 2006 07:53 pm (UTC)
We screwed?

Oh, GUH.
I'd do anything to've seen that.
*slides off chair into puddle'a goo*

Posted by: Feather (feather_autant)
Posted at: April 26th, 2006 08:48 pm (UTC)
Re: *melts*

Me too! The shows are getting slashier, though, so maybe soon . . . *g*

Posted by: What, does he wanna date me or kill me? (krysalys)
Posted at: April 26th, 2006 09:24 pm (UTC)
Re: *melts*

Posted by: jrprongs (jrprongs)
Posted at: April 7th, 2007 11:03 pm (UTC)
Re: *melts*

Posted by: What, does he wanna date me or kill me? (krysalys)
Posted at: April 7th, 2007 11:22 pm (UTC)
Re: *melts*

Posted by: Tora (torakowalski)
Posted at: April 26th, 2006 07:56 pm (UTC)
DH lost_faeri

*melts* Okay, that was hot :)

Posted by: Feather (feather_autant)
Posted at: April 26th, 2006 08:49 pm (UTC)

I needed something to keep me warm, it's still rather cool here! So I thought I'd share. *g*

Posted by: Amalthia (amothea)
Posted at: April 26th, 2006 09:00 pm (UTC)

i loved this story, the first kiss was great and John's really cute when he's jealous. :)

Posted by: Feather (feather_autant)
Posted at: April 26th, 2006 09:19 pm (UTC)

I loved watching John be so jealous! Complete with eye rolls, disgusted grunts and the inability to not *be* there to keep an eye on things. *g* That whole ep begged for a fic.

I'm glad you enjoyed it!

Posted by: lil_aber_lisa (lil_aber_lisa)
Posted at: April 26th, 2006 09:08 pm (UTC)

mind melts like goo to the floor, that was ace!

lil lisa

Posted by: Feather (feather_autant)
Posted at: April 26th, 2006 09:21 pm (UTC)

Thank you! This one was so much fun to write! That ep gave me so damned much to work with. *g*

Posted by: Being loud is part of my mystique (chase_acow)
Posted at: April 26th, 2006 09:32 pm (UTC)
sga R/J running away

Wow, I've got to agree with everyone else! That first kiss was hot, hot, hot!

Thanks so much for sharing!

Posted by: Feather (feather_autant)
Posted at: April 26th, 2006 11:39 pm (UTC)

I saw this months's pic, and thought, "How can I get them to that point?" I'd been toying with an Inferno fic idea, trying to get them together, and saw that kiss. The fic was born. *g*

I'm glad you enjoyed it!

Posted by: downloadableindifference (downloadable08)
Posted at: April 26th, 2006 10:16 pm (UTC)

I think "Inferno" may be one of my favorite episodes ever, simply based on all of the amazing fic it has generated. I love the passion of this; thanks for sharing!

Posted by: Feather (feather_autant)
Posted at: April 26th, 2006 11:41 pm (UTC)
kinda dorky

Didn't the jealousy just *drip* off the screen? There were so many sparks, I thought my TV would melt. *g*

Thank you for letting me know you enjoyed it!

Posted by: Alex (mcalex22)
Posted at: April 27th, 2006 12:40 am (UTC)
Rodney Gopher head Inferno

Damn, this was hot! I have this kink for John pressing Rodney against a wall and having his way with him and I always pictured it as a kiss of some sort.

I like the way you wrote John - I felt his energy bubbling up and it was so overwhelming that he had to kiss Rodney. And Rodney's initial reaction had me smiling; because yeah, it's Rodney.

The sex was fantastic too.

Great story! :)

Posted by: Feather (feather_autant)
Posted at: April 27th, 2006 02:19 am (UTC)

Oh yeah, I share that kink! In a big way. *g* I'm so glad the kiss came across so well!

I saw John just *thrumming* with all this energy, and not sure where it was coming from, or where it should go. Then, the last straw, and *snap*. And Rodney is so terrible at flirting, I couldn't see him doing it better just because he was flirting with John. *gg*

I'm glad you enjoyed it!

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Posted by: Feather (feather_autant)
Posted at: April 27th, 2006 02:20 am (UTC)
sodoinit sga

Rodney is the only one who can make John lose it like that. *nods* /g/ Thank you for letting me know you liked it!

Posted by: adafrog (adafrog)
Posted at: April 27th, 2006 02:21 am (UTC)

Oy. And, um, hot, very hot. *fans self*

Posted by: Feather (feather_autant)
Posted at: April 27th, 2006 03:19 am (UTC)

This months pic was very inspirational! *g* I'm glad you liked it!

Posted by: Stella (stellahobbit)
Posted at: April 27th, 2006 09:02 am (UTC)

How many things do I love in this story?

Jealous!John, bad-at-flirting-Rodney, angsty first kisses, first-time sex which is loving and sensual...

And you! You write so well. I adored this :-)

Posted by: Feather (feather_autant)
Posted at: April 27th, 2006 04:06 pm (UTC)

*snuggles you*

I love all that stuff too! *g* I had so much fun writing about it. Now, if we could only convince them to do that first kiss for us on the show. . . *g*

I'm so glad you enjoyed it! *beams*

Posted by: Yavanna (yavannauk)
Posted at: April 27th, 2006 12:29 pm (UTC)
John/Rodney - kiss by justabi

Damn, that was hot! The first kiss was just... *melts* Something tells me I'll be rereading this a lot.

Posted by: Feather (feather_autant)
Posted at: April 27th, 2006 04:08 pm (UTC)

I liked that first kiss, too. *g* Something tell me I may be revisiting that theme. :D

I'm glad you liked it! Enjoy the rereads. *g*

Posted by: Carnivorous Blossomwing (emeraldteal)
Posted at: April 28th, 2006 05:36 am (UTC)

Wow, this is really nice! I love John and Rodney's characterizations... how Rodney's bad at flirting, how John's always thinking about it and yet not resolving anything... and the sex-scene! Guuuh. That was great.

Thanks for sharing! :)

Posted by: Feather (feather_autant)
Posted at: April 28th, 2006 06:55 am (UTC)

Watching Rodney flirt was fascinating for me. He was just so damned bad at it! Poor guy. *g* And I loved watching those two interact in the ep, focused on each other instead of the blonde. I'm glad to hear I managed to keep the characters true!

I was worried about the sex-scene, so I'm glad it worked so well. *g*

Thank you for letting me know you enjoyed this!

Posted by: kaniku (kaniku)
Posted at: April 30th, 2006 02:05 pm (UTC)

Damn that was hot. *fans self*

The kissing, the jealousy, the sex!


Excellent story!

Posted by: Feather (feather_autant)
Posted at: April 30th, 2006 02:59 pm (UTC)

I liked that first kiss, too. *g* I'm glad the jealousy came across so well! It just blazed off the screen. I'll admit I was a bit worried about the awkward sex, so it's good to know it worked so well!

Thank you for letting me know you liked it!

Posted by: Antares (antares04a)
Posted at: May 5th, 2006 09:08 pm (UTC)

I love the dialogues between the two of them and I also like the akwardness, when first Rodney isn't finding the right words and then John.
And the sex scene is perfect in its imperfectness - I mean Rodney is very happy now!

"I made you lose control," Rodney said, sounding awed, of all things. "I-- that was the hottest thing that's ever happened to me."


Posted by: Feather (feather_autant)
Posted at: May 5th, 2006 10:04 pm (UTC)

I loved watching Rodney be so awkward and terrible at flirting! It just begged for a fic. *g* Poor guy just stumbles and stutters, so cute!

I'm glad the sex scene worked! I was a little worried, but perfect sex doesn't happen that often in life, so I thought I'd give it a shot in fic. It turned out okay, though. *gg*

I'm glad you enjoyed it! Thank you for taking the time to let me know. :)

Posted by: Raiining (raiining)
Posted at: February 3rd, 2007 11:59 pm (UTC)

Rodney hadn't been acting funny because of
the kiss. Or rather, he had.

Because he'd been flirting.

In a very Rodney kind of way.

Lol - this line made it for me. Very nice job :)

Posted by: Feather (feather_autant)
Posted at: February 4th, 2007 06:47 am (UTC)

Watching Rodney flirt with Norina was almost painful, in a funny way for me. Poor guy!

I figured he'd flirt with John the same way. *g*

Thank you for letting me know you enjoyed it!

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