Fun and Games I

John rolled onto his back and blinked. The morning light was too bright and he wondered, not for the first time, why a race as advanced as the Ancients couldn't invent shades. Rodney was pulling on his pants, his back to John. "Where are you going?" he mumbled.

Rodney turned and bent over to pick up his shirt from the floor. "Go back to sleep," he said quietly.

"You're going to work," John accused.

"I have work to do." Rodney answered straightening the hem of his shirt.

"It's your day off."

Rodney smiled at him in that vaguely superior way that made it clear he was trying not to be superior but couldn’t help himself. "I don’t get days off."

John raised himself onto his elbow. "Elizabeth said we could have today off."

"Days off aren't really an option, you know that."

Ever since the Wraith attack Rodney had been more driven than ever. John understood. He really did. Rodney wanted to make sure that the next battle wouldn't be so costly. He didn't get that battles are always costly, that minimizing the loss was the best you could do. "Spend the day with me."

Rodney shook his head. "I can't."

John sat up. "One day. That's all I'm asking for. One day." They hadn't had that ever. The time they spent together was always stolen. An hour here, two hours there. An entire night was a rare and special occasion.

Rodney was hesitating. That was Rodney, torn between what he wanted and what he believed he should do. As much as John admired it, Rodney's overweening sense of responsibility concerned him sometimes, made John wonder what kind of family Rodney had had. Not that his was, well, anything to write home about.

John smiled a little and held out his hand. "Please."

Rodney rubbed the back of his neck. "John."

"One day. The world won't end if you take one day off."

Rodney gave him a long steady look and then nodded. "Okay." He sat on the edge of the bed. "What do you want to do?"

John grinned. "You have to ask?"

Rodney shook his head, but he was smiling. "No, I suppose not. I'm overdressed I take it?"

John nodded. "Yes, yes you are."

Rodney stood and pulled his shirt over his head.

"Feel free to make a show of it," John said.

"A show?" Rodney asked, reaching for the button on his pants. "Do I look like a stripper to you?"

John tilted his head to the side. "Possibly. Get you some cowboy boots or maybe a hard hat."

"Wouldn’t that just make me a member of The Village People?"

John grinned. "Take 'em off physics boy."

"Physics boy?" Rodney unbuttoned his pants. "Of course, I do understand about strange attractors."

"And magnetism."

"Gravity." Rodney was pushing his pants down. John watched as his thighs came into view. They were thick and hairy. John was still trying to adjust to the idea that Rodney's legs were attractive.

"Relativity." John held up the blankets for him and Rodney climbed back onto the bed.

"Quantum mechanics." Rodney settled next to him and John lowered the blankets.

"Inclined planes."

"Inclined planes?"

John turned onto his side and slid his leg between Rodney's. "Sure. They're one of the machines that can be used to alter forces, like levers and pulleys. Wedges. Screws."

"I love it when you talk dirty."

John pressed a kiss to the side of Rodney's neck. "Stay in bed with me and I'll talk dirty to you all day."

"All day?"

John nodded. "We can derive algorithms and talk about Boyle's Law."

Rodney laughed. "Boyle's Law?"

"It's chemistry."

Rodney pursed his lips together and looked steadily at John.

"And we've got chemistry," John added.

"Chemistry?" Rodney said, sliding his hand down John's side and around to his ass. "Not mechanics?"

John tilted his head to the side and tried to look thoughtful. "Well there might be some gravity."

"Gravity," Rodney repeated, rubbing his fingers along the space between John's cheeks.

"The inverse square rule. Halve the distance, double the attraction."

"I see. So the closer I get the more attracted you are to me."

John nodded and shifted, trying to spread his legs.

"And when I'm inside you?" There was a seriousness in Rodney's face that belied his playful tone.

John drew in a breath. "You're still not close enough," he whispered.

Rodney's only reply was a kiss. He buried his free hand in John's hair and guided John's mouth to his. It was the kind of kiss that satisfied one hunger while creating a dozen more. John rubbed his erection against Rodney's hip and deepened the kiss, answering Rodney's desire with his own.

Rodney rolled them so John was on his back and John wrapped his arms around Rodney's shoulders and spread his legs so Rodney could settle between them. He loved the feel of Rodney on top of him, pushing him into the mattress. At first it had bothered him, because he wasn't used to feeling protected. If anyone was the protector in this relationship, it should be him. He was military; Rodney was a civilian. But when they were in bed none of that mattered. When they were in bed, with Rodney's arms tight around him, and Rodney's bulk pressed up against him, and Rodney's broad, strong hands touching him, John felt protected, cared for.

It was an addictive feeling.

Rodney was mouthing his neck and John tilted his head to the side. Rodney's mouth, Rodney's hands, Rodney's cock, John wanted it all. "Rodney," he whispered.

Rodney lifted his head and looked at John. John was still getting used to the tenderness in Rodney's gaze. "Whatever you want," he said quietly. "I'll do whatever you want."

Rodney's expression went from surprise to affection in the blink of an eye. "What if I want to do whatever you want to do?"

Leave it to Rodney to be contrary. John shook his head. "I said it first." John pressed a quick kiss to Rodney's lips. "You must have fantasies."

"You mean aside from doing you on a table in the mess hall."

A table in the mess hall. That figured. "With spectators, I assume."

"Of course, what would be the fun otherwise?"

Rodney wanted to lay claim to him by fucking him in public. John supposed he should be disturbed by that, but he wasn't. "Anything else?" he asked, stroking Rodney's back.

"I sometimes think about slipping under the table and blowing you during meetings."

John had thought about that, too, and knowing Rodney was imagining the same thing wasn't going to make their next briefing any easier to sit through. "Anything where we're alone?"

"Not really."

"All of your fantasies involve public sex?"

Rodney actually blushed. "Not all of them. We're not always in public; we're just not alone."

"Let me guess, Samantha Carter."

Rodney's blush deepened.

"You imagine the two of us having sex with Colonel Carter."

Rodney ducked his head. "Not exactly."

It wasn't hard to figure out what that meant. "She watches you fuck me."

Rodney nodded.

"Is being with me really that big a boost to your ego?"

Rodney looked up at him with a mixture of anger and hurt on his face and John immediately regretted his words.

"I'm flattered," he said, stroking Rodney's hair and trying to extract his foot from his mouth or Rodney's ass. He wasn't entirely sure where he'd put it. "I am. You getting off on people watching us together, that's pretty flattering."

Rodney shook his head. "You're right. It's an ego thing. I just… I never expected…"

John wasn't going to make him say it. "I know," he said softly. "I never expected this either."

"Do you fantasize about us?" Rodney asked, hesitantly, resting his head on one arm, even though the bulk of his weight was still on John.

"Yeah, I do."

"What do you imagine?"

"Time. I imagine that we have lots of time, to just be together, to have sex and laugh and talk and then have more sex. I imagine you fucking me, long and slow, pausing whenever one of us gets close to coming, drawing it out until neither of us can take it any more, and we both come so hard it feels like it'll never stop."

"I, um," Rodney licked his lips, "I like that."

John smiled gently. "I imagine going down on you, taking you all of the way in, the sounds you'll make, the way your hands will feel in my hair, the way you'll move your hips. I imagine you fucking me with your fingers, hard. Pushing into me, making me feel it, making me feel you. I imagine-" John stopped because he couldn’t reveal that one.

"What, John, what do you imagine?" Rodney asked quietly, touching John's cheek with his free hand.

John shook his head.

Rodney looked concerned for a moment, but then his face closed off.

John looked away. Maybe he should have let Rodney work.

"I lied," Rodney said. His voice was rough and John turned his head back. Rodney looked vulnerable. He often looked vulnerable, but not quite this vulnerable. "Sometimes when I think about you it's just us, alone." John locked his eyes on Rodney's. "We have sex. Sometimes it's blow jobs, sometimes frottage, sometimes fucking. It changes. But the end is always the same."

Rodney never talked this slowly or hesitantly. John reached up, stroked the side of his face in encouragement. "How does it end?" he asked, his heart in his throat.

"You tell me you love me."

John had always wondered what it felt like to have your heart grow three sizes. Now he knew. "I do. I love you."

Rodney shook his head, and John grabbed him with both hands, pulled him down and kissed him hard. "I do."

"You do?" Rodney didn't sound convinced.

John nodded. "I do." He let Rodney go and Rodney drew back a little.

"No, you don't."

"You think I'd lie to you?"

"I think you'd try and spare my feelings."

"When have I ever done that?"

Rodney appeared to consider that. "Never."

John nodded. "Exactly."

"So you really love me?" Rodney asked, the corners of his mouth starting to curl into a smile.

John nodded some more. "I really do."

"You're nuts. You know that." Rodney was really smiling now, his broad, happy smile.

John smiled back. "I do. I know that."

Rodney kissed him, long and slow. When they parted John asked, "Aren't you forgetting something?"

Rodney frowned. "The lube's under the pillow."

John slid his hands over Rodney's sides, keeping his touch feather light.

Rodney twitched. "That tickles."

"I know." John skated his fingertips over the most sensitive part of Rodney's ribs.

Rodney wiggled. "Hey."

John's cock rather liked the wiggling, but he ignored it. "Say it."

"Say what?" Rodney asked, all feigned innocence.

John tickled him.

Rodney laughed and tried to get away, but John wrapped his legs around Rodney's waist and held him in place. "Okay," Rodney panted. "Okay, I love you, too."

John smiled smugly. "It's about time you said it."