Passion Put To Use

Rodney pushed in slowly. Pushing in slow always made John groan, the groan that came from somewhere deep inside and made Rodney want to groan back. Centimeter by centimeter John's body closed around his cock, encasing him in John's smooth warmth.

John was spread out before him. His hips resting on Rodney's knees, his thighs touching Rodney's waist, he was clutching the sheet in his hands, arching his back, trying to get more of Rodney inside him.

Rodney closed his eyes. He was all the way in, surrounded by John. He let himself feel it for one long, blissful, peaceful moment and then he opened his eyes.

John was staring at him, narrow-eyed, aroused, full of desire and wanting and it was all for him. Rodney was certain that even if John looked at him like that for the next thirty years he wouldn't get used to it. Or the way it made him feel.

Hand still slick with the lube he'd applied to John's ass, Rodney took hold of John's cock and gave it a long, slow stroke.

John groaned again, shaking his head. "Don't, please."

Rodney repeated the stroke. John always protested when Rodney did this, but afterwards he'd lie with Rodney shaken and spent and smiling.

He stroked again. He knew just how to do this, just how to take John to the edge. John's fingers tightened in the sheets and he arched a little more. Rodney took John's hand in his and John let go of the sheet. Rodney guided John's hand between his legs and pressed it to his own balls. John liked to have his balls held during sex, not squeezed, just held, but Rodney was busy with his stroking.

Besides he liked watching John touch himself.

John didn't move his hand away when Rodney let go, but he didn't immediately clasp his balls either. Instead he brushed his fingertips over Rodney's skin, just above his cock, just above the place where his body was joined to John's.

As he watched, John slid his fingers lower, exploring the edges of his ass and Rodney's cock. Rodney had their bodies pressed as tightly together as he could and there wasn't much room. He eased back a little and John's fingers landed on the base of his cock. John moved them back and forth, caressing Rodney.

Most of his cock was buried in John's ass, and John was touching the part that wasn't, and Rodney had to tell himself to breathe. John did this to him all the time, did these little things that Rodney wasn't expecting and that were more erotic than anything Rodney had ever imagined.

John deserved to be in Mensa. Even if he wouldn't join.

John traced the edge of his own entrance with a single finger, from one side to the other and then back.

Rodney moaned.

"Feel it, Rodney." John's voice had that lustful, turned on roughness that Rodney had begun to hear even when they weren't having sex, even when John wasn't in the room. He'd be working and out of nowhere he'd hear John say, "Yeah, like that, Rodney. Do it like that." Or, "Please." Or, "Fuck me." Didn't matter what John said, Rodney got hard.

Letting go of John's cock, Rodney moved a single finger along the same path John's had taken. The sight of his cock in John's ass always made him a little crazy. He loved the way John's body stretched to let him in, and now he was feeling it, feeling the stretch. He tilted his finger a little so that he was touching his cock and John's skin.

He was touching himself, touching John, while he was in John's ass.

"Let's just stay like this, okay?" Rodney asked.

John's fingers wrapped around his. "Might get a little awkward during briefings," John said, smiling up at him with a small, gentle smile.

Rodney knew all too well that he was going to find John smiling at him like that during their next meeting, and it was going to take his breath away. John was always taking his breath away. Rodney moved his hand back to John's cock, because he wanted to see John go breathless with pleasure, wanted to do it slow and sure, wanted to feel John's muscles clenching around his cock.

"No—wait, not yet," John said. John took Rodney's hand and returned it to where it was. "I want to feel this. Feel you sliding into me."

"I don't think I can—" Balanced on one hand, the other mingled with John's at the base of his cock, Rodney withdrew just a bit. He felt his own cock slide past his fingers, it was hard and wet, slippery with lube. John's fingers immediately encircled it, his body curling up off the bed as he reached. Rodney eased back in, his cock pushing through John's fingers as it sank into John's warm body. A slow wave of pleasure surged through him, and Rodney knew he couldn't last like this, especially when he saw that the look of awe and amazement on John's face, and when did feeling John's slippery fingers between his get to be so god damn erotic?

He pulled out, not as far as he had the first time, and pushed back in. He could feel fingers on his cock, his and John's, and then John's warmth. He drew back out. Fingers, and then more fingers as he pushed back in, and then warmth. He stopped because he was too close and John had to come first. He needed to be inside of John when it happened, to feel it with him.

"Again," John said.

Rodney swallowed. "Give me a minute." His voice was unsteady.

"Okay, I have a better idea." John removed his hand and pushed himself up, shoving his ass firmly into Rodney's lap.

Rodney had to grab John's hips to steady him. "What are you doing?" he asked, dazed by all the sensations around his cock.

John grabbed his shoulder and kissed him, a brief, hard kiss. "Lie back," he demanded.

"Oooh," Rodney said. Brilliant. He had forgotten for a moment how brilliant John was. After a careful untangling of legs, Rodney was flat on his back, knees drawn up. John was above him and all around him, his bony ass resting on Rodney's hips, his full, heavy cock jutting out and rubbing against Rodney's stomach. It wasn't what Rodney had had planned but it would do.

John lifted himself slightly then slid back down.

It would definitely do.

Rodney reached for John's cock, but John batted his hand away. "Do you think I haven't noticed how you love to just rest inside me while you bring me to the edge with your hand, then stop and fuck me until I get close again, and then go back to touching me? It's your favorite game."

Rodney nodded because it was his favorite game. Whenever he did it, John would lose all control by the end. He'd moan and shake and cry out Rodney's name. Seeing John like that, being the person who took John there, was like nothing else Rodney had ever experienced.

John leaned forward and Rodney took hold of John's waist, John's closeness warming his chest. "This time," John whispered, "I get to pick the game."

John's face was dark and intent, brows drawn together—the same expression he wore when he had his P90 trained on a target. "Anything you want," Rodney finally managed. He liked being in John's sights. Liked it very much.

"Good." John cupped a hand around Rodney's neck. "Kiss me."

Rodney immediately rose up and pressed his mouth to John's. It was a gentle kiss, lips soft and pliant, John teasing him with his tongue, licking inside Rodney's mouth then retreating. Then John squeezed his muscles and twisted his hips just enough to make Rodney moan into his mouth. Rodney tried to push up with his hips but John's full weight was on him. For someone who looked so slender, narrow hips and lean rangy muscle, John was solid and heavy and held him firmly down on the bed. Rodney tried to complain but John kept his mouth too busy, holding his head steady, and never once stopped moving his hips. Small movements, just enough that Rodney could feel it, enough to stimulate every damn nerve ending in his entire body, enough to make his toes curl and his fists clench, but not enough to come. A slow, exquisite torture, one he hoped would go on forever.

Soon Rodney ran out of breath and broke away from the kiss, gasping, his complaints forgotten. His arms went weak and he fell back down onto the bed. Lips wet, John sat back, smiling as he added a leisurely rocking motion, rising up on his knees in a steady rhythm.

Rodney could move now. He could thrust up into John's body and fuck, now he was whimpering. He couldn't keep it together anymore, not when John was playing with his nipples, squeezing them hard, then tugging. And still, not enough to come and all Rodney could do was stare up at John's face.

"I wish," John said, licking his lips, "I wish I could put my tongue in your ass right now. I wish I could fuck you while you fucked me."

Whoa. John never talked to him like this during sex, this was something new. And good, very good. "Oh god, John—I'd like that."

John held still a moment, looking thoughtful. "If I had a nice, big dildo I would use it on you, right now."

Rodney gaped, openmouthed. "Really?" An actual shiver ran up his spine, because now he wanted that, too. He wanted John to do everything to him.

"Really. " John leaned forward. "God, Rodney, I love the way you taste, the noises you make—the way you want me." He gripped Rodney's chest, fingers digging into muscle. With another slow grind of his hips, he said, "Tell me how much you want me. Tell me what I do to you."

What John did to him. John stripped him bare and turned him inside out and made him into someone Rodney had never thought he would be. Made him want things he never thought he'd want. "You," Rodney swallowed, "You want me to talk to you during sex when most people would try to shut me up."

"And they'd miss out on the best part," John said, kissing him softly. "Tell me more."

"You turn me on, make me crazy, make me want. I never wanted anyone like I want you."

John did that thing with his hips again, the twisting thing that made Rodney's cock very, very happy. "Why?"

"Why?" Rodney stared, trying to process the question with his lust-addled brain. "Why?"

John pressed a teasing kiss to the corner of Rodney's mouth. "Yes, why. Tell me why."

"Because, because you…" John squeezed his cock and Rodney's words were lost in a moan.

"Because I—" John prompted.

"Because you're different."

"Different?"

Rodney groaned when John did that thing with his hips again. "Unique. Interesting."

"Studying me are you?" John smiled his pleased smile. Rodney really liked that smile.

"Yes."

"In my native habitat?"

Rodney nodded. "And naked." He arched when John tweaked a nipple. "Please."

John' s lips brushed his ear. "Please what? Please tell you how much I love having your cock in me?"

Rodney groaned, his hands tightening on John's waist.

"I do. I love having you inside me. Love you filling me, touching me, opening me up."

"God, John." Rodney put a hand on the back of John's head and pulled him in for a kiss. It was sloppy, because Rodney was too turned on, too needy for it to be anything else.

"Make me come," John whispered when they parted.

Groaning with relief and desire, Rodney took hold of John's cock. It was incredibly stiff and fucking hot, sliding through his fists as John rose above him. Rodney was able to really move, to raise his hips and shove up into John's warm, trembling body over and over. His hands swept over John's cock, fast and slick and he was desperate for John to come. He couldn't hold off much longer and he couldn't slow down, but then it was okay, because warm liquid was spattering over his chest, John was coming all over him, making throaty desperate sounds.

Rodney let himself go. He closed his eyes and let himself just feel it, the pleasure roaring up through his body. He was pretty sure he made a lot of noise, and he was pretty sure he was holding John's hips too tightly, but god, such stunning relief and happiness and he wanted to hold onto the moment forever.

When his mind cleared and his body stopped shaking, John was stretched out on top of him warm and solid and Rodney held him. There were few things in life better than holding John, Rodney had decided. John's face was buried in his neck, and his breath was hot on Rodney's skin. "You talked dirty," Rodney whispered, accusingly

"Just a little." John's voice was muffled.

"I liked it."

"I noticed."

Rodney slid his hand into John's hair. "Will you do it again?"

"Ask nicely." Rodney could feel John's smile.

"Will you please do it again?"

"Do what?"

Rodney laughed. "You know very well what."

John lifted his head and grinned down at him. "You need to be specific."

"Will you please describe all the incredible filthy things you want us to do together? In detail."

"Well, I was fantasizing about shoving you into the mud on that planet with the purplish trees. Just to see the look on your face."

"I'd have pulled you in with me."

"I know.

"I wanted to hear more about the dildo."

"I know." John grinned his smug grin and Rodney kissed him, because John was silly and beautiful and he talked about dildos.

And because John kissed really well.