Savoring the Distraction

"Rodney, can you adjust the output?" Radek asked over the radio.

"Just a minute--" Rodney tapped his keyboard, then reached for a knob.

"So, Rodney, how's it going?" John leaned a hip against the console, his denim-clad thigh bumping Rodney's arm. "Almost done?"

Radek's voice came through again. "Rodney, the output. The blue knob on the left. Get it at least up to 70%, okay?"

"Wait, wait, I'm--" he put a hand over his mike and slapped John's thigh. "In my way?"

John stepped to the side. "Sorry."

He didn't look sorry. He looked like a distraction. A denim clad distraction with a button down shirt and mussed hair that Rodney knew for a fact he hadn't combed. Rodney knew because John had stood in the center of his quarters calmly buttoning up that shirt while Rodney tried frantically to find one of his boots in time to make it to his staff meeting.

John had been a distraction there, too, even though he hadn't been in the room. Rodney was starting to think maybe the military was right about fraternization. It was certainly killing Rodney's productivity.

"Rodney," Radek said again.

"What?" Rodney snapped. "Oh, sorry, yes, yes. Adjusting." He turned the knob, watching the readout climb upward. And also, out of the corner of his eye, watching John stroll around to the front side of the console, eyeing the exposed wires.

"You said you'd be finished by now," John said. He leaned over the console, hands on either side of Rodney's datapad. "Come on, Rodney." There was a hint of whining in his voice, and he dragged Rodney's name out much the way he did when Rodney had his hand around his cock.

"Well, clearly, I am not." Rodney pulled his eyes from the readout to look up. He immediately regretted it because right there in front of him was John's exposed throat--a long stretch of neck, bare skin, and the little hollow at the base of his neck that demanded to be licked. Just below that he could see a sprinkling of dark chest hair, a hint of what lay further south.

Rodney tore his eyes away, looking back at the datapad. "Although I might be if someone stopped distracting me."

"Day off," John said leaning closer.

Picking up his data pad, Rodney took a step backward, cradling it in one arm and making adjustments with his free hand. "For you," he answered without looking up.

"And for you."

"Not until this is done."

"Rodney."

"Whoever told you whining was sexy, lied."

John strolled back around the console, hands in his pockets. "Huh. Funny, because it was you who told me that, just last night."

"Not helping, okay? Not. Helping." Rodney glared at John, the very picture of innocent slouchiness. He didn't need to be reminded of *that* right now, of the way John had moved and moaned against him, of the way John's muscles had clenched around his fingers. "And I'm sure I wasn't thinking straight at the time."

John's smile was slow and sly. "Thinking *straight* is highly overrated."

"Well, yes, of course, that's very true," Rodney said, basking momentarily in the warmth of that smile.

"Rodney!" Radek said sharply. "What are you doing? It is over 75%--"

"What?" Rodney lunged for the controls, but it was too late. He saw the sharp spike in power just before the readouts flickered and went dark. "Damn it--"

"Okay, this time, Rodney? You have to climb up there and replace the crystal."

"Of course I do," Rodney said, his shoulders hunching.

"I'll spot you," John offered.

Rodney lifted his head, glaring at John. For a moment, he thought that perhaps he'd managed to cow John for once, but then his smile shifted from warm to naughty. Very naughty. John's naughty smile could seduce a 75 year-old nun. Just this once, Rodney was going to resist it. "No," he said, with a firm shake of his head. "You will keep your buttons, and your neck, and your denim-clad thighs over there." He pointed at a far corner of the room. "You've caused enough problems for one day."

"What?" Radek said. "I assure you, none of this was my doing."

Belatedly, Rodney realized he had forgotten to either switch off or cover his mike. "Er, sorry, I didn't mean you, Radek," he said, face growing hot.

"And while you're at it, stop blaming others for your mistakes. It's not very nice." Radek's voice was quietly amused.

"I was distracted," Rodney insisted, wondering just how much Radek knew. He watched John stroll toward his assigned corner, with more than a slight swagger. Sighing, Rodney added, "Listen, since it takes at least four hours to completely reinitialize the system, maybe we should just call it a day?"

At Rodney's words, John halted in mid-stride.

"That is a fine idea. Perhaps tomorrow you will be a little more focused, yes?"

Rodney's eyes were on John as he answered, taking in the long line of him, made clearer by the way his shirt hung, loose enough to accentuate his shoulders but tight enough to draw attention to his chest. His nicely muscled chest. Rodney was just grateful the shirt hid his ass. "Perhaps," he answered absently.

"I'll talk to you tomorrow," Radek said in his ear.

John pivoted slowly so that he was facing Rodney. "Tomorrow, yes," Rodney replied, "See you then." He turned off his radio.

"Does this mean I'm not going to be able to look up at your ass?" John asked.

"It means a lot more than that," Rodney answered. "But no, I still have to put the new crystal in first."

John brightened. "Okay, cool, let me help."

"No!" Rodney held up a hand. "Just…stay right there. This shouldn't take long."

John folded his arms over his chest, causing the collar of his shirt to gap open. Rodney could see the outline of his collarbone, and no way should someone's damn collarbone be so ridiculously sexy. The crystal, damn it--Rodney sorted through the drawers for the box of spare crystals. He just had to get the crystal in and he'd be able to lick that collarbone to his heart's content.

"Ah ha," Rodney said, opening the box.

"Is that them?"

John was directly behind him.

A flush of warmth went through Rodney. He ignored it. "Back," he said firmly, pointing at John's corner.

"Let me help." John was standing so close his breath tickled Rodney's neck.

"Am I correct in assuming you want to get laid today?"

"Yes."

"Then I suggest you return to your corner."

"Rodney," John whined, and it was exactly the way he'd whined the night before when he'd had Rodney's fingers in his ass, and Rodney had licked just that spot on his cock. Rodney closed his eyes against the visceral heat of the memory, but only for a moment.

"Stop whining," Rodney ordered and John placed a hand on Rodney's waist. "If it weren't for you distracting me we'd be done by now. Unless you want this to take all day, you need to stop touching me and go stand over there." Rodney pointed imperiously at the corner again.

"Fine," John muttered, removing his hand, "but I get to bottom."

Rodney stared in dismay at John's retreating figure. "Says who?"

"Says me," John said over his shoulder, in a light, airy tone.

The worst part was that John was going to get exactly what he wanted, and knew it. He always did. Not that Rodney truly minded giving John exactly what he wanted, because somehow it always turned out to be exactly what Rodney wanted, too. Like the time John wanted to tie Rodney's wrists to his thighs--Rodney never thought that he would have wanted to be fucked like that, and yet, it turned out to be a breathtakingly interesting experience.

Grabbing his tools and the crystal, Rodney climbed carefully onto the console, avoiding any of the switches, and lowered the drop down panel from the ceiling. The location of the panel was one of those things Rodney considered proof that even the Ancients could be really fucking stupid sometimes. Rodney took great pleasure in that. Stealing a glance at John, who was on the other side of the room, watching him with intent, he placed one hand on the edge of the panel and began to reach for the crystal with the other.

John raised his hands. "Not moving."

Rodney nodded and returned to the panel. "Good. Just checking."

"At least not yet."

Rodney's head whipped around, nearly upsetting his balance. "Not at all."

"Not even after you're done?" John asked in the tone with which he said 'I'm too cute to resist and you know it.' Unfortunately, he was, but Rodney wasn't about to feed his ego.

"You wanted to be on the bottom."

John grinned slowly. "Yes, I did."

Rodney looked away from that grin and ignored the things it was doing to his equilibrium. Tugging on the burned out crystal, he frowned. It wasn't coming loose. He tugged harder and his foot slipped on the slanted console. It might have slipped off, if John's hands hadn't closed around his calf.

"Careful," John scolded. "Why is that all the way up there, anyway?"

"Because the Ancients aren't as bright as you all seem to think they are." Rodney tugged again, doing his best to ignore John's hands on his leg, and the fact that John wasn't anywhere near his corner.

"Don’t you think a ladder would be safer?"

"Do you see a ladder anywhere? And can you hand me that screwdriver?"

John reached for the screwdriver, and in the process, found it necessary to slide one hand up onto Rodney's thigh. "This one?"

"Yes, that one, thank you." Rodney snatched the screwdriver from John and used it to pry apart the housing for the crystal. "Problem is, these aren't the right crystals for the unit, but still work, although the power outlay, as you have just witnessed, is a little trickier and will you please stop that?"

"Stop what?"

Rodney tried to look pointedly at the hand on his thigh, but the angle was all wrong. "Squeezing my thigh."

"I'm not squeezing," John said, in his military leader voice. "I'm keeping you from falling on your ass."

"You're feeling me up, is what you're doing."

"If I were feeling you up, my hand would be higher."

"Not by much," Rodney muttered, trying not to react to the subtle movements of John's fingers on the inside of his thigh. The crystal came free and Rodney handed it down to John, who brushed his fingers across Rodney's palm in a way that was wholly and completely unnecessary. Pulling the new crystal from his pocket, Rodney pushed it into place. "That should do it."

"So you're done?" John asked, squeezing Rodney's thigh in what he no doubt thought was a surreptitious manner.

"Not yet," Rodney said, closing the panel. "I still have to set the system to reinitialize." He moved to the edge of the console with John's hand still on his thigh. "Do you mind?"

"No," John answered, but he let go and Rodney jumped down, practically into John's arms, he was standing so close.

"Excuse me?"

John shook his head. "I don't think so."

Rodney turned to face the console. "Must you be so difficult?" he asked, biting back a grin when John bumped him with a hip. "Obviously, yes." Rodney flipped a switch, watching the panels light up, evidence that the crystal was properly seated.

"Done?" John asked.

"Done."

"It's about damn time." John headed for the door, then turned. "Coming?"

***

As the transporter doors closed, Rodney grabbed John's wrist, preventing him from touching the control pad. "What?" John asked, although from his grin Rodney was pretty sure John knew what was coming next.

Rodney had him flattened against the wall in an instant. "You," he said, fingers tightening around John's wrists. "You are," he started again, but John's eyes went all soft and warm on him, and John's lips were parted, so Rodney gave up trying to find the right words and kissed him.

Deep, hot kisses were exactly what John was. He was also easy, teasing kisses, and desperate, hungry kisses, and pretty much every kiss in between. Rodney eased his thigh between John's and John moved his legs apart to let him in, let him press against John's cock. He loved John's cock, loved feeling it like this, still covered, the hard length of it adding to his anticipation.

It took every bit of self control Rodney had to pull back and away from John's mouth.

"Done sending me to the corner?" John asked, the corner of his mouth lifting.

Suddenly, Rodney had an image of John standing naked in a corner, hands on the walls, leaning forward while Rodney pushed into him from behind. "Maybe."

"Maybe?" John sounded curious.

Rodney ran a hand down the front of his shirt, reaching for the transporter controls with the other. "Maybe."

When they rematerialized, Rodney's hand was still on John's chest. He quickly removed it as the doors opened. John slipped past him, hand briefly touching Rodney's ass.

"Excuse me," he murmured.

"Oh, like that was an accident."

John stopped in front of his door and activated the control. "After you?" he said, with a sweep of his hand.

Rodney stepped into his room, and John followed, heading straight for the small bed. He flung himself down on it, then grinned up at Rodney as he kicked his shoes off. "Well?"

Rodney slid his jacket off. "I'm just enjoying the view."

"You'll be able to see it better if you get nice and close." John reached for the top button of his shirt.

"No, don't," Rodney said.

John stilled his hand, frowning.

Rodney climbed onto the bed, straddling John's hips. John had been tormenting him all day with his buttons, and his thighs and his neck. And his hands. Now, it was Rodney's turn. "I get to unbutton," he said, reaching for the top button on John's shirt. "You get to stay still."

John grinned up at him. "Okay."

Rodney shook his head. John always seemed to come out on top, so to speak. Not that he cared, really, as long as he was somewhere in the equation. He undid the first button, letting his fingers slip between the parted fabric. He barely grazed John's skin with the tips of his fingers, touching the soft hair, instead.

Button number two got the exact same treatment, fingers skating over John's skin, too light to really caress, but firm enough to feel.

Button three revealed John's nipples, if you pushed his shirt as far apart as it would go. Rodney touched them in the same way, watching them harden in anticipation of a further caress.

"Rodney," John said, sounding as though he wasn't getting enough air to breathe. He reached out, fingers curling around Rodney's shoulders.

"Ah!" Rodney pointed a finger. "I didn't say you could move." He took John's arms and placed them flat on the bed. "Now hold still."

"You were taking too long," John said.

Rodney wanted to nibble on John's lips, particularly that full lower lip. But John had been a distraction the entire morning, constantly underfoot, making him think of sex and rumpled sheets and long, slow kisses. "I'm savoring," Rodney explained. He dragged a finger across John's collarbone. "And you're going to wait until I'm done."

He caressed John's nipples again, his touch feather-light. John made a noise and lifted his hips, but Rodney made sure he stayed up, out of John's reach. Another button and the gentle curve of John's pecs were revealed. Rodney traced the curves with the same light touch, tickling the chest hair. He couldn't resist sliding back up to a nipple one more time, circling the smooth aureole.

John was watching him, eyes full of want. Rodney was convinced that even if they were lovers for the next thirty years, that look would still turn him inside out. Unable to resist John's want, he leaned down and drew a nipple into his mouth, sucking lightly, still teasing. He touched it briefly with his tongue and then let it slide from his mouth.

His eyes met John's as he sat up, and Rodney found himself leaning forward. Just one kiss, just one and then he'd go back to his revenge. John opened under him, not greedy like in the transporter, just letting Rodney have him. Rodney groaned, losing himself for a moment in John's soft, willing mouth.

Drawing back, he moved his eyes from John's face to his chest; his gaze settling on the next button. John was his and Rodney was going to unwrap him slowly, even if it killed them both. With a hand that was not quite steady he unbuttoned it, exposing John's stomach. He ran a finger down the line of fine, dark hair and John breathed in sharply, his muscles quivering. Another button and John's navel was exposed. Rodney tickled the edges of it, and then he couldn't wait. He unbuttoned the remaining button and let John's shirt fall completely open.

John raised his head, watching with a bright, hopeful look. "You don't have to stop there, you know. There are more buttons on my pants."

"Really?" Rodney teased. He stroked up the length of John's torso, from his stomach to his throat, letting his fingertips glide over smooth skin and soft hair, and back down again, scratching lightly with his fingernails.

John nodded, hands curling up into sheet-filled fists at his sides. "Lots of buttons."

"Umm," Rodney answered absently, sliding his hands in along John's sides. The skin here was so smooth. He moved his hands slowly up and down, letting the smoothness caress his fingers. John continued to watch him, his eyes on Rodney's face, as Rodney brought his hands back, letting his fingers trace the skin just above John's waistband, before moving them up the center of John's chest to his collarbone.

Tracing the edges of John's collarbone with his fingers, Rodney thought about kissing John's neck. He knew all the right places, knew exactly the right amount of suction to make John gasp. Leaning down, he skimmed the side of John's neck with his lips, teasing them both.

When he reached exactly the right spot, he sucked. John arched under him, lifting his hips, pressing his cock against Rodney's balls. It was enough to make Rodney groan.

"You make me crazy," Rodney whispered.

"I know," John whispered back. "I like making you crazy."

John turned his head; Rodney lifted his and they were kissing again, desire passing back and forth between them. Rodney let his lips drift to John's smooth-shaven cheek before kissing down along his jaw. John raised his head, and Rodney kissed his chin and his neck, pausing to lick the hollow of his throat.

"You said something about more buttons?" Rodney murmured against John's skin.

"Uh huh. They're uh--keep on going like that, you'll get there."

"Hmm? Like this?" Rodney kissed down the center of John's chest, letting his lips linger against the soft warm skin.

"If you wanted to get there faster, I wouldn't mind."

Rodney rubbed his cheek on John's stomach. "Savoring, remember?"

"You could savor afterward, couldn't you?"

Again, the whining tone, and Rodney smiled. "I plan on doing that, too." He nipped John's stomach, just hard enough to make John gasp, then scooted further down on the bed so that he was eye to eye with the fly on John's button-fly jeans. "Oh, look, buttons." He unfastened the first one, and his smile broadened.

John wasn't wearing any underwear. The head of his cock was just visible inside the opening in his pants. Rodney slipped a finger in and moved it lightly back and forth across the head.

"You don't have to take your time with these buttons," John said.

"Oh, I think I do," Rodney answered, leaning down to blow a puff of air into John's pants and across the head of his cock. He followed that up with a tiny touch from the tip of his tongue. He loved the way John tasted here, and he tasted him again, lingering a little this time, letting the anticipation build.

Sitting up, he opened the next button, exposing the sensitive place just under the head. He touched it with a single finger and John's cock lifted up just like it always did, except John's pants kept it from lifting very far.

Rodney traced the ridge of John's cock with his tongue, moving it back and forth.

"Rodney," John whined.

"Savoring." Rodney pressed a kiss to John's cock and then turned his head so he could suck on that spot, the one that made John moan.

Not only did John moan, John lifted his hips and put his hands on Rodney's head, holding him in place as he rubbed the head of his cock against Rodney's mouth. Rodney let him get away with it, sucking even harder, enjoying the taste and smell of John's skin. When he pushed John's hands away and lifted his head,

John immediately set to unbuttoning his fly, long fingers working clumsily. Rodney watched, enjoying the sight as the full length of John's cock came into view.

"There," John said, giving his pants a little shove. Shirt open, pants pushed down past his hips, cock jutting out eagerly and John looked positively sinful. Sinful and happy, and sometimes Rodney couldn't quite believe that John felt that way about being in bed with him.

Rodney poked his nose into the crease of John's thigh, breathing deep, then turned and buried his face in the dark curls at the base of John's cock. John smelled like sex, like intense, toe-curling sex. He nestled in and licked John's balls, tugging his pants down further, then licked his way up the shaft, swirling his tongue over the head before covering it with his mouth and sucking as far down as he could manage.

"Oh jesus, oh, Rodney I'm--I'm--" John babbled, then all at once Rodney's mouth was filled with warm, sharp-tasting liquid.

He swallowed while John shuddered beneath him, not lifting his head until John's orgasm had subsided. "That was quick," Rodney said. It wasn't a criticism. He was kind of proud of how quickly he could make John come.

"This is your fault," John said.

"Yes, your lack of self-restraint is all my fault," Rodney replied, but there wasn't any heat in it. It was hard to sound pissy when you were smiling.

"Hours, Rodney, I spent hours watching you, leaning over the console, touching things, pointing at things, being all sciency."

"Sciency?"

John ignored him. "And then you shoved me into a corner and climbed up onto that damn console. Do you have any idea what was at eye level when you were up there?"

"My ass?"

"Exactly." John crossed his arms.

"You're claiming that your premature ejaculation is my fault?" Rodney couldn't keep the smile from his face, which probably wasn't helping the situation.

"It wasn't premature. It was just a little quick. When you consider that you had been teasing me for hours it wasn't quick at all."

Rodney tried not to laugh, he really did, but John was laying there with his jeans down to his knees, a semi-hard cock resting against his belly, an open shirt, crossed arms, and the most petulant expression Rodney had ever seen on a grown man. "I wish I could tell you that I was sorry," he said, "but honestly? I'm not."

He crawled up John's body and pressed a kiss to John's still-petulant mouth. After a brief moment of resistance, John sighed, in a way that didn't sound petulant at all, his lips parting. A long, languid kiss, and John's hands circled up and around on Rodney's back before sliding down and caressing his ass.

"So, do I still get to bottom?" John asked, reaching between them to squeeze Rodney's erection.

"Not if you keep doing that."

John gave him a slow stroke, pressing his palm down the hard length. "But I have to get revved up again, and touching you always helps."

Rodney closed his eyes against the sharp spike of pleasure. "Oh, god," he breathed.

"That always helps, too," John added. "I like it when you sound all turned on and horny."

"John." Rodney pulled back, out of John's reach, trying to gather his wits. One touch and he was ready to come, too.

"Okay, fine. Watching you undress is good, too. Come on, Rodney, you're not even naked yet." John nudged Rodney with his knee.

Despite his sleepy-eyed, boneless sprawl, John was being downright bossy. But Rodney had to admit, he had a point. He pulled his shirt over his head, dropping it to the floor behind him. Then he eased off the foot of the bed and began undoing his pants.

"Wait."

Rodney looked up at John who was lying propped up on his elbows.

"I want to savor."

Rodney ignored him and reached for his zipper.

"Rodney."

"What?"

"Savoring."

Rodney glared at him and John laughed. "Fine," Rodney said reaching for John's jeans, "I'll undress you." He tugged John's jeans off, and then his socks, leaving John in just his shirt.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" John asked.

"No." Rodney knelt on the foot of the bed. "Aroused yet?"

John shook his head. "You shouldn't be so impatient, especially after what you did to me."

"All I did was touch you," Rodney answered, tilting his chin slightly.

"You did, and it turned me on. It turned me on a lot."

"So let me touch you," Rodney said, inching forward on the bed.

John pushed away from him, until he was resting against the headboard, his long legs stretched out in front of him. His eyes on Rodney's face, he slid a hand up his own chest.

Rodney bit back a whimper. He watched John's hand as it went down, down past his ribs, past his navel, then down over his sleepy cock. John gave it a gentle pull, once, twice, and Rodney's own cock throbbed. He glanced up at John's face, and saw that John was watching him, one corner of his mouth curling up. "Let me do that?"

John shook his head. "Nope. If you touch me, you'll make me come again." He pulled his legs further up and cupped his balls, stroking them with his thumb.

"Isn't that the point?"

"Rodney, I want you to be fucking me when I come." He spoke casually, as if he were telling Rodney which movie he wanted to see.

"Okay, okay," Rodney said. "I want that, too."

"Take off your pants, then." One hand was on his balls, the other on his dick.

"I thought you wanted to savor," Rodney said, but he slid off the bed. Unable to take his eyes off of John's hands, one of which had eased back behind his balls, Rodney nearly stumbled while trying to set his feet on the floor. In a second he had his pants down around his ankles. Still watching, he stepped out of them, hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and pulled them off, too. The air felt cool on his overheated dick, and then he actually did whimper, out loud this time, as John lifted his balls, licked a finger, and reached back in, stroking his own opening.

Kneeling on the foot of the bed, Rodney pressed his own hands to his thighs, clenching them as he watched John slide his finger inside. John was the hottest thing Rodney had ever seen and Rodney wasn't going to disappoint him by getting himself off, not when John wanted Rodney to fuck him. Although Rodney was starting to think he could come just from watching John.

John withdrew his finger and reached behind him, his hand sliding under the pillow. Then he held it up, lube dangling from between his fingers. He was such a show-off, but Rodney didn't care as long as he showed off for Rodney. John squirted lube onto his fingers and spread it with his thumb. Then he dropped the tube onto the bed and gave his cock a long, slow stroke. Rodney wanted to suck it, wanted to take the head into his mouth while John stroked the shaft, the two of them pleasuring John together.

John reached down with his lubed fingers, shifting and tilting his hips so that Rodney had a clear view of his opening. He traced the edge with his finger, around and around. Rodney could almost feel it with his own fingers, the wisp of hair, the wrinkled skin.

John pushed both of his fingers inside and Rodney groaned. He wrapped his fist around the base of his own cock, squeezing. He wanted, he *needed* to be inside of John, right now, he needed to come, but he needed to wait and god, he needed to watch those fingers disappear. He stared, transfixed as John's fingers slid in and out, and kept on staring, until his balls ached and his heart pounded and he couldn't wait a second longer.

"Okay, okay, you know what? I think you're ready. I'm ready, and you certainly seem ready," Rodney said, crawling up between John's legs. He hooked his hands behind John's knees and hauled him down the bed so that John's ass rested in his lap.

"Hey, I wasn't done yet," John protested, but he was laughing as he swung his legs up over Rodney's shoulders.

Rodney looked down. "Half-hard, that's close enough, because you were making me insane, and if I went totally insane, you'd have to explain to Elizabeth what happened and that would be really awkward, wouldn't it?" Rodney grabbed the lube and squeezed the cool gel directly onto his cock. "Ready?" he asked.

"I suppose," John told him.

"You suppose." The man had just put on the wildest, sexiest show Rodney could imagine and he supposed he was ready. Rodney leaned down, took John's cock in his mouth and gave it a long, slow suck, feeling it stiffen against his tongue. He sat up. "You look ready now."

John looked down at his cock. "So I do."

"You're impossible," Rodney muttered, bending down to take John's mouth with his. It was hot and messy and Rodney continued talking between kisses. "Hot. Weird. Goofy. Impossible." One last messy, entangling kiss, and Rodney pulled back. He stroked the outside of John's leg with one hand, and positioned his cock with the other.

Then he pushed forward, into heat and softness and John. John tightened around him and Rodney stilled. John relaxed a moment later and Rodney pushed again, pushed until he was all the way in, until he was so deep in John's body that it was the only thing he knew.

At that moment Rodney no longer knew the second law of thermodynamics, or Planck's constant. He couldn't have defined red shift, or named the colors of the visible spectrum. The only thing he knew was that John's legs were on his shoulders, the warmth of them burning through his chest, and his cock was in John's ass, and John's eyes were on his. He pulled his hips back, long and slow, because it would make John groan.

John groaned and Rodney pushed back in. He held himself there, gritting his teeth as his balls tightened and his cock surged. It was going to take every ounce of self-control he had, but Rodney was determined to make it last, which wasn't going to be easy with the way John was squirming and twisting his hips. "Could you please," Rodney gasped, grabbing John's thighs, "stop that?"

"What? Stop what?" John asked, and then, getting it, stilled his body. "Oooh. Sorry."

"Thank you." Although it seemed to Rodney that John did not look particularly contrite. On the contrary, he appeared to be downright pleased with himself.

"Think unsexy thoughts," John added helpfully.

Rodney glared down at John, spread out beneath him, naked save for the blue shirt, spread out on either side of him, framing his chest. "My cock is up your ass. I can barely think at all."

John looked even more pleased. "It's a good place for it." He clenched his muscles, and Rodney let out a sound that might have been a squeal.

"Don't do *that*, either." Oh, John was going to pay. He was going to fuck John slow and hard, until John begged him for mercy, and then he was going to go even slower.

John smiled sweetly at him. Rodney wasn't fooled. He shifted his gaze from John's face to the wall. Unsexy thoughts. He could think unsexy thoughts. He pictured Professor Wallace, his college biology professor. He'd been annoyed enough that he had to take biology, then he'd discovered that the professor was an overeducated hippie who wore tie dye shirts to class and bragged about being having greater Darwinian success than his students did. The scary thing was that someone had actually chosen to reproduce with him. Need easing a bit, Rodney pulled back, slowly. That was better.

His hands clutching at Rodney's sides, John whispered, "Oh, yeah, Rodney, just like that."

Rodney glared at him. John gazed innocently back.

Rodney pushed back in, just as slowly as he had withdrawn. He pushed until there wasn't any more of him. John groaned, a bit too dramatically. Two could play that game. Rodney reached for his cock, stroking it long and slow. He didn't move in and out, just circled his hips a little as he stroked.

"Oh jeeze--" John's fingers dug in.

Rodney pulled out almost completely, stopping with the head of his cock barely inside. John whimpered, and held himself very, very still. Rodney slid his fist down over John's shaft, giving it a firm, slow stroke and the whimpering became louder.

"Rodney?" John whispered.

"Hmmm?"

No more playacting now. John looked desperate, face flushed and eyes unfocused. "I think you should, um, move a little more?"

Rodney eased back in, as slow as his legs could stand it, feeling the heat and clench of John's body sliding over his cock. "Like that?" he said, his voice slightly strained.

"Uh huh." John licked his lips. "More."

Rodney pushed all the way in, until his balls brushed up against John's ass, until John's heat was everywhere, then circled his hips again. John's hips jerked and Rodney knew he was hitting just the right spot, over and over.

John groaned again, reaching for his cock, wrapping his hand around Rodney's unmoving hand. "Rodney," John whined. "Please."

Rodney spread his fingers, allowing John's to slip down between them. John pulled his hand upward and Rodney went, but slower than John wanted. When they reached the top, he circled the head with his thumb. Then he did it again, slowly pulling his hips back.

"Rodney." John's whine may not have been hot, but making John whine, that was hot, and seeing John start to lose it was going to make Rodney lose it.

"Tell me. Tell me what you want," he said, his voice rough with barely controlled lust.

"Fuck me."

He had few defenses against John's whine, and none against John when he said things like that. He pushed back inside, and then pulled back, immediately pushing in again, letting himself find the rhythm. A steady, easy rhythm, his cock sliding smoothly in and out, and it was maybe the best thing he had ever felt in his whole life. And the way John moved beneath him, arching his back, stroking his side, his hand entwined with Rodney's on his cock--it was enough to make his brain go off-line entirely, enough to make Rodney just let go and *feel*.

John tugged on his shoulder, raising his head and Rodney immediately leaned in for a messy, wet kiss. John had the most beautiful mouth he had ever seen, and kissing him was almost as sweet as fucking him. When John laid his head back down, his face was intent with pleasure, and he whispered, "Now, Rodney, do it now."

Rodney sat back and, pushing John's hand away, pumped John's cock steadily as he thrust, focused entirely on John, on making him come, on making it as good as he possibly could for him. He moved faster, feeling John's body tense, watching John's eyes close and his mouth fall open. With a loud moan John came, his body squeezing tight on Rodney's cock as he striped his own chest with come.

Watching John lose it was enough to make Rodney lose it. He tried to control the movements of his hips, tried to keep from going too fast, wanting to ride the edge of pleasure for as long as he could, but John was trembling beneath him. Then John reached up and cupped Rodney's cheek in his hand. Rodney pushed all the way in and went still, releasing everything he had into John.

He was still shaking when John lowered his legs and pulled Rodney down on top of him, wrapping his arms and legs around Rodney. John stroked his back, as Rodney buried his face in John's neck, aftershocks shuddering through him. "That," he said at last, "was definitely worth savoring."

John laughed and tightened his hold.

Rodney kissed his neck, before pulling carefully out and shifting most of his weight to the bed, the rest sprawled across John.

"You just liked watching me," John said.

"Are you kidding? I thought I was going to come from the view alone."

"Really?" John asked.

John was plotting, Rodney could tell from the tone of his voice. He'd revealed too much, or maybe just enough. "Really," he answered, already anticipating what John was going to do with that information. It was a pleasant thought to sleep on and he let his eyes drift shut.

"I like watching you, too." John pressed a kiss to his hair. "Go to sleep. I'll wake you in time for dinner. "

"Mmmm," Rodney answered, already slipping into sleep, warm and content.