If a Tree Falls

"Ready?" Rodney asked, pausing outside the entrance to the more interesting parts of The Bottom Line.

"Sure," John said with a shrug.

Squaring his shoulders, Rodney stepped inside, John right behind him. It was more dimly lit than the bar had been and it took Rodney's eyes a moment to adjust. On his right there was a guy on his knees blowing a tall man with wide shoulders. All Rodney could see of the kneeling man was his t-shirt clad back and the curly hair partially hidden by the hand covering the back of his head.

"Rodney," John said quietly, his voice close to Rodney's ear.

"It's okay to look, right?" he whispered back.

"Yeah, it's okay to look."

"Good." Rodney moved further into the room, eyes widening at the sight of two men fucking. Sure, he'd done it and he'd watched it on the porn channel in their hotel room, but he'd never seen it in person before. He'd never watched anyone have sex in person before.

The top's muscles were flexing as he moved, and Rodney wondered if that was what it looked like when he and John were together. John's ass probably looked amazing when he fucked Rodney.

The bottom was lying on a bench, legs spread, fisting his cock as the other man moved in and out of him.

Sliding a hand around his waist, John guided him farther into the room. The sounds of sex were everywhere, moans and sighs, flesh slapping against flesh.

"Like it?" John asked from behind him, his voice soft and suggestive.

Ahead of them were three men, naked and entwined, sharing kisses, touching. It was hot. Rodney nodded. John's erection was pressing into his ass, and Rodney pressed back. Sliding his hand from Rodney's waist to his stomach, John pressed them even more tightly together.

Rodney leaned into him.

John moved his other hand down to Rodney's cock, covering it with his palm, warming him even through his pants and boxers.

One of the men started sucking on his partner's cock, taking it deep, a hungry look on his face, like he wanted it. Rodney knew that feeling. He'd never thought he would, but he did. Knew what it was like to want to wrap your lips around hardened flesh and just suck and suck, until your jaw ached and your dick was so hard you felt it might break off.

The third guy started fingering the one on his knees and Rodney's breath hitched.

John eased his zipper down and Rodney's cock sprang forward, practically begging for attention. John gave it to him, easing Rodney's pants and boxers down enough to set his cock free, curling his hand around Rodney's cock just as the man in front of them replaced his fingers with his cock.

Rodney wondered what it would feel like to take two cocks like that, to have them both plunging into you. Maybe next time they had a quantum universe mix-up they'd get a second John instead of a second him, because Rodney would get on his knees for that, for the chance to have John in his ass and his mouth at the same time.

Moving his hand along the length of Rodney's cock, John stroked him lightly, his hips rubbing almost as lightly against Rodney's ass. Reaching back, Rodney clutched at John's hip, holding on as he watched the man's long, thin cock move back and forth, in and out.

None of the men in front of him had perfect bodies. The guy being blown had hair on the back of his shoulders and the man doing the fucking had a small pot belly even though the rest of him was slender. The odd thing was that made it hotter, more real.

The guy being blown looked over at them. Rodney's breath caught, but John kept moving, sliding his hand up and down Rodney's exposed cock. He was being watched. They were being watched. A complete stranger was watching John touch him.

Of course, he was watching the same guy get a blow-job.

Maybe being watched turned the other guy on, because it was doing strange things to Rodney.

Then the guy smiled and looked away, and Rodney tilted his head back, resting it on John's shoulder with a sigh.

"Still liking it?" John whispered.

Rodney nodded. He had John's hands on him, and that was enough to pretty much guarantee that he'd like it.

A man was walking toward them, short brown hair, average looking face, younger than John and Rodney. He was naked. Rodney stared at his bobbing cock and some very nice chest muscles. Stopping almost directly in front of them, he said to John, "I can help you with that."

Help with what? Rodney thought wildly, before realizing the man meant his cock.

"Rodney?" John asked.

A naked man with a very nice chest was offering to--something. "Okay," Rodney said, wondering if John could feel his heart pounding.

The guy smiled and lowered himself to his knees. John moved his hand to the base of Rodney's cock, holding it steady as the stranger's mouth closed around it. Rodney groaned.

John nuzzled the side of his neck.

The guy sucking him clearly knew what he was doing, bobbing back and forth on Rodney's cock, rubbing the underside with his tongue.

Letting go of Rodney's cock, John began undoing the buttons of his shirt, randomly pressing kisses to the side of Rodney's neck. When the shirt was open, John splayed his hand over Rodney's bare belly.

The guy on his knees was still sucking, even, steady pressure, that was making things build, but slowly. Rodney wondered if it would be okay to touch him.

John shifted behind him, creating space between them. Rodney noised a protest and tried to move back against him, stopping when he felt fingers tracing the crack of his ass.

John shifted again, angling his erection so that it pressed into one Rodney's cheeks, fingers closing in on their target.

Slick pressure against his opening, and then John was pushing inside. The angle was terrible; Rodney couldn't even spread his legs with his pants trapped around his thighs. It didn't matter, because John was in him. In, in, in.

The guy on his knees swirled his tongue around the head of Rodney's cock. Rodney moaned, loudly, not noticing that the sound carried, and wound an arm up around John's neck, holding on.

John knew exactly where to touch, and he twisted his fingers, pushing Rodney higher, the mouth on his cock pulling him in. Rodney was caught between the push and pull of it, fingers and mouth, John and the stranger.

The mouth left his cock just before Rodney came, replaced by a rough hand. It didn't matter because Rodney was right there, and then John sucked on that spot on his neck, fingers brushing just right inside him, and Rodney was coming, letting John hold him up as his entire body jerked with the first spurt.

Panting, he rested his head on John's shoulder.

The guy who had blown him stood. "Thank you," Rodney said, smiling even though he was still panting slightly. "That was really good."

Looking amused, the guy said, "You're welcome."

His cock was still erect and Rodney gestured at it. "Anything we could do for you?"

"Return the favor."

Rodney glanced over his shoulder at John, except with John directly behind him he couldn't really catch his eye. He squared his shoulders. "Sure." John let go of him and Rodney lowered himself to his knees slowly, nowhere near as gracefully as John would have, and closed his hand around the guy's cock. It was thicker than John's, but not quite as long. Circumcised, which was good because Rodney didn't have any experience with foreskins.

He gave it a couple of strokes and leaned in to give it a lick, before closing his mouth around it. John liked to be played with, lots of kissing and licking, even some handwork mixed in with the sucking, but this guy had gone straight for the suction when he'd done Rodney. Rodney had always figured that people did what they liked to have done to them, so he went straight for the suction, too, taking the guy as deep as he could.

Hands on his shoulders, rubbing. John was rubbing his shoulders while he blew a complete stranger, and the weird thing was it helped. This whole thing was weird, sex with strangers, where other strangers could watch. Watching people he didn't know. Then again it might have been weirder if he knew them.

He sucked steadily, moving his head back and forth, resting his hands on his thighs to keep from touching. Weird as it was, it was also hot, and kinky, very kinky.

He, Rodney McKay, was having kinky, public sex.

Kneeling beside him, John wrapped an arm around Rodney's waist and kissed Rodney's cheek. Then he slid his mouth down over Rodney's jaw to his neck, moving Rodney's collar aside with his hand and sucking lightly on Rodney's neck.

Rodney shuddered, the arousal which hadn't fully left starting to build again. He sucked harder, because he liked the feel of cock in his mouth, even though it wasn't John's, and John moved his hand over Rodney's chest, brushing his nipples, his mouth still teasing Rodney's neck.

"Rodney," John whispered against his ear, sliding his hand from Rodney's waist down over his ass.

Rodney knew what John wanted, but he couldn't answer, not with his mouth full, so he shifted onto his hands and knees. John touched his opening, a gentle tease of a touch before pushing inside.

The guy in front of him quickly got with the program, going to his knees himself and easing the strain on Rodney's neck.

Releasing him, Rodney slid his open lips up one side and then the other, trailing lips and tongue along wet skin. John pushed in deep and hard and Rodney took the cock back into his mouth, sucking hard, grounding himself as John's touch sent pleasure jolting straight through him.

Then the fingers were gone, replaced by the familiar press of John's cock. Rodney groaned and pushed back until he felt John's pants against his bare ass.

John was still dressed, and Rodney was half-dressed, on his knees, a stranger's cock in his mouth, surrounded by men he didn't know. Men who were mostly naked and doing the same thing he was.

John moved inside him, caressing him, deep and intimate and knowing. Rodney held still, letting John take him at his own pace.

"Suck."

He'd stopped sucking. The cock was still in his mouth. Glancing up at the man he was supposed to be pleasuring, Rodney sucked. The man was looking down, and it wasn't hard to figure out what he was looking at. He was watching John fuck him, watching John's cock as it moved in and out of him.

He knew. He knew all the secret things John and Rodney did to each other, the things they had to hide. He knew. He was watching. More than watching, he was taking part, and Rodney began to move faster, sliding back and forth on the shaft in his mouth, wanting to make this stranger feel as good as Rodney felt with John's cock moving carefully inside him.

The cock in his mouth was abruptly pulled away and Rodney watched the guy fist himself hard and fast, releasing stripes of fluid onto the floor in front of them.

Rodney looked up at him, liking the grimace of pleasure on his face.

John pushed all the way inside him and slid his arms under Rodney's shoulders. Realizing what he wanted, Rodney moved with him, except he couldn't sit back on John's cock, not with his pants still half-on. John grunted with frustration as Rodney returned to his hands and knees, lowering himself to his elbows, angling his ass so John could get deeper inside him.

But John pulled out. Tugging on Rodney's pants, which had somehow managed to fall down below his knees, John peeled them from one leg. Then he positioned himself against Rodney's opening and Rodney pushed back, letting John lift him and guide him into position until he was straddling John's lap, on display, where anyone could see him.

The man he'd blown was standing, watching them. Rodney looked up. He was close enough that their gazes locked even in the semi-lit room. Two steps and he was right in front of them. Leaning down he pressed a kiss to Rodney's cheek, drew back for a moment, then pressed a second kiss to Rodney's lips. It was brief, oddly affectionate for a kiss between people who didn't even know one another's names.

Then he walked away.

John's hand cupped his balls, his other hand sliding through Rodney's chest hair, and Rodney began to move, sliding up and down the shaft inside him, listening to John's breath hitch.

Anyone could look over. Anyone could see. Rodney didn't care, because this was them. This was how they loved.

And just for tonight they weren't going to hide it.

***

It was still warm outside, and they started walking toward the hotel without even discussing taking a cab. Rodney could have raised the subject, but he didn't, because what they'd done had been intense and he needed a little time to think it through.

Kinky sex should come with a warning label: May cause emotional unsettledness.

They'd walked far enough that the bars and clubs were mostly behind them when Rodney couldn't take the silence any more. He needed to know what was going on inside John's crazy head, or at least a clue. "So you've done a lot of things like that," he said quietly.

"I wouldn't say a lot, just, you know, after my marriage ended mostly."

Rodney nodded, because he got it now. It hurt a little to imagine what it must've been like for John, to finally be where he could express himself openly, where he didn't have to hide what he wanted, or pretend desires he didn't have. "What was your favorite time? You know, the best sex ever?"

John glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and kept walking. Rodney didn't think he'd answer, wasn't even sure why he'd asked, because who wanted to hear about their lover with someone else, but Rodney wanted to know everything about John, which with the way John doled out information was probably going to take decades.

"I was with this guy I was really into. He had great hands." John held his own hands out in front of him. "Big and strong. I liked the way he touched me. I liked it a lot. We were in bed, making out, kissing, and I decided I wanted to ride him. We hadn't done it in that position and I figured he'd like it."

Swallowing, Rodney nodded. He loved it when John rode him, watching John move, watching him come.

"So I started to push him onto his back, but the bed was really small and he fell off."

Stopping in his tracks, Rodney grabbed John's arm. "That was us. I had bruises on my hip for weeks."

John grinned. "I know."

But John had immediately slid to the floor next to him, concerned until he realized Rodney was fine, at which point he started laughing, that ridiculous, honking laugh that made Rodney laugh too.

They had ended up fucking, with Rodney kneeling at the foot of the bed, John on his back on the bed, knees bent, feet resting on the edge of the bed. Rodney had touched every bit of John he could reach while still fucking him. Then John had taken over, had touched himself, his gaze locked on Rodney's. God, it had been hot. John's hands on his own chest, his dick, his balls. "That's really your favorite?" After what Rodney had seen in The Bottom Line it seemed kind of tame.

"I know you got a little bruised, but yeah, it's my favorite."

"Ever?"

"Yes, Rodney, ever." He nudged Rodney's shoulder with his own. "Your turn."

"I--" Rodney couldn't very well say, "every time you've touched me," although it would be damn close to the truth. But not the truth. He looked away from John, out into the night, at the shuttered shops around them. "It's kind of clichéd."

John nodded, as though he had expected no less. "Come on, spill."

"The first time you fucked me." He could feel himself start to flush but he ignored it. "I still think about it." Especially when they couldn't touch, when all he could do was touch himself and remember.

"Me, too," John said quietly, and Rodney looked up at him. The light from the street lamp behind them was reflecting off of John's face, making him look almost exposed. "It was pretty intense."

Rodney tugged him closer, out of the light's glare. He wanted to tell John how much he'd wanted it, how John had made him want things he'd never even imagined, how John had twisted him around and turned him inside out and made him into someone he'd never thought he could be. How it had nothing to do with sex.

"We should get back," John said.

They should. It was late. They were both tired. Rodney glanced around them, the street was empty. Cupping the back of John's neck in his hand, he pulled John's mouth to his, kissing him softly, wrapping his other hand around John's waist.

John surprised him by returning the kiss, his own arms wrapping tightly around Rodney.

When the kiss ended, he surprised Rodney even more by resting his cheek on the curve of Rodney's shoulder.

Rodney slid his hand from John's neck down his back until he had both arms around him.

This was them, and there was no one to see. Which was exactly how it should be.