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John
took a
shower,
standing
under
the warm
water
for a
long
time,
until he
felt
better.
He
didn’t
want to
think
about
lifebonding
– what
he had
with
Rodney
was so
good
that he
could
hardly
imagine
anything
that
would
make it
*better*.
He
resolved
to put
the
conversation
with
Teyla
out of
his
mind,
and he
got
dressed
and
wandered
along to
the lab.
It was
about
time for
lunch,
and he
found
Rodney
standing
at his
work
station,
his
fingers
moving
fast
over the
keyboard.
John
touched
his
shoulder,
and
pressed
a kiss
on the
back of
his
head.
"Hmmm.
Hi,"
Rodney
said,
never
taking
his eyes
off his
screen.
John
slid his
hand
around
Rodney's
waist
and down
the
front of
his
pants.
Rodney
paused,
fought
it for a
moment,
and then
sighed
and
melted
back
against
him.
Nobody
took any
notice
of them
– Rodney
was
John's
collared
sub, and
John had
full
body
rights
over him
and
could
exercise
them
whenever
he
wanted.
John
found
Rodney's
cock and
rubbed
it, and
was
delighted
to find
it
harden
almost
as a
reflex
action
to the
caress.
John
could,
if he
wanted,
pleasure
himself
on
Rodney
right
here and
now, in
front of
everyone,
but even
though
it was
neither
illegal
nor
frowned
upon,
John
thought
public
sex was
a bit
tacky,
unless
you
really
wanted
to make
a point
to your
sub
about
his
submission.
Having
got
Rodney's
attention
away
from the
screen,
John
released
his
cock,
and
removed
his hand
from the
front of
Rodney's
pants.
"So, got
time for
lunch?"
John
asked.
"Would
you mind
if I
passed?"
Rodney
said,
shooting
an
anxious
glance
at John
over his
shoulder.
"Only
we've
been
away for
four
days and
everything's
backed
up. I
thought
I'd grab
a
sandwich
at my
desk."
"Okay."
John
nuzzled
a kiss
on
Rodney's
neck.
"Later."
"Mmmm."
Rodney
waved
vaguely
in his
general
direction,
his
attention
already
riveted
on his
screen
again.
John
returned
to the
lab
several
hours
later,
looking
for his
sub. It
was
late,
the lab
was
empty –
and
there
was no
sign of
Rodney.
"Rodney?"
He
glanced
around,
and saw
Rodney
lying on
the
floor on
his
stomach,
his
laptop
in front
of him.
"What
you
doing
there?"
John
walked
over to
his sub
and sat
down
beside
him,
cross
legged.
"Well,
I've
been
standing
up all
day and
my legs
hurt so
I
thought
I'd do
some
work
lying
down
because,
you
know,
sitting
is
*completely*
out of
the
question,"
Rodney
told
him,
with
only a
faintly
accusing
look.
John
grinned,
and
reached
out a
hand to
stroke
Rodney's
enticingly
plump
ass.
"You
coming
to eat?"
he
asked.
Rodney
shook
his
head.
"Nope. I
really
want to
work on
this,"
he said.
John
frowned.
He
wondered
whether
the
spanking
had made
Rodney
have
second
thoughts
about
their
relationship,
but that
didn't
seem to
be the
vibe he
was
getting
off his
sub. If
anything,
Rodney
seemed
calmer
than
usual,
and more
affectionate.
His sub
leaned
forward
and
pressed
a kiss
to
John's
hand.
"Later?"
he said.
"Tell me
what
you're
working
on,"
John
said,
sensing
that
something
else was
going on
here.
Rodney
sighed.
"Look,
I'm just
going
over the
notes
from
that
temple
we
visited
again. I
got
three
possible
leads
last
time and
there
might be
more.
It’s
possible
that
some of
the
peripheral
transcriptions
give
stargate
co-ordinates
for the
locations
of other
ZPMs."
"Rodney!"
John
chided,
exasperated.
"We
talked
about
the
whole
ZPM
issue."
"I know,
I know,"
Rodney
said, a
pleading
expression
on his
face. "I
just
really
need to
do this,
John.
The city
desperately
needs a
ZPM, and
I feel
like we
could be
close. I
mean, I
was
holding
that
bloody
thing in
my hands
and…."
"Ssh."
John put
his
finger
over
Rodney's
mouth.
"Don't
go over
that
again."
Rodney
gazed up
at him
from
puppy
dog blue
eyes and
John
felt
himself
surrendering.
"Okay.
Work on
this if
you want
– but I
won't
let it
go on
indefinitely.
Understood?"
"Yes.
Thank
you."
John
gave
Rodney's
ass a
hearty
slap,
just to
let him
know
he'd be
watching
him, and
Rodney
gave a
yelp
combined
with a
little
giggle,
and
returned
to his
work.
John
walked
over to
the door
and
paused
there,
gazing
back at
his
lover.
Rodney
looked
so
adorable
lying on
the
floor on
his
front,
every
ounce of
his
attention
focussed
on the
laptop
in front
of him
as he
returned
to his
work.
Being a
good top
meant
knowing
when to
let your
sub
follow
his
heart,
and John
knew
that
this was
one of
those
occasions.
Rodney's
work was
important
to him,
and John
would
never
make him
feel
safe
enough
to
submit
to all
he
wanted
to do to
him in
the
bedroom
if he
threw
his
weight
around
outside
it.
John
spent a
lonely
night in
his bed,
wishing
Rodney’s
warm
weight
was
nestled
beside
him.
Usually,
however
they
started
out the
night,
by
morning
Rodney’s
head was
on his
shoulder
or his
chest,
one arm
slung
across
John’s
midriff.
John
usually
woke
first,
and
would
find
Rodney
twitching
slightly
in his
sleep,
body
pressed
as close
to
John’s
as it
was
possible
to be.
He
should
have
realised
Rodney
was a
cuddler
way
back,
that
first
time
they
spent a
night
together
in that
tent,
before
they
started
having
sex,
when
he’d
woken up
to find
Rodney
sprawled
over his
chest.
Nothing
had
changed
since
then. He
didn’t
think
Rodney
did it
consciously
– he
just
somehow
ended up
sleeping
as close
to John
as it
was
possible
to get.
They
hadn’t
spent
that
many
nights
apart
since
they’d
got
together,
and John
found he
missed
Rodney
even
more
than he
had
expected.
It was
weird,
in a
way,
because
he’d
spent
all his
adult
life
avoiding
intimacy,
had
frequently
left
some
sub’s
bed
after
sex and
gone
home to
snatch a
few
hours
alone,
but
Rodney
wasn’t
just any
sub, and
John’s
arms
ached to
hold
him. Now
he
didn’t
value
his own
space so
much –
being
without
Rodney
at night
was like
being
half
there,
and he
often
woke up,
his arms
reaching
out for
Rodney,
only to
find the
bed cold
and
empty.
He tried
to be
tolerant
for the
next few
days,
but it
wasn’t
easy. He
wished
they
were
living
together
– at
least
then
he’d see
exactly
what
hours
Rodney
was
putting
in, and
he felt
a vague
sense of
unease
about
not
knowing.
He was
Rodney’s
top, and
he knew
enough
about
his sub
to
suspect
that
Rodney
was
working
crazy
hours.
He’d
promised
Rodney
he
wouldn’t
hassle
him any
more
about
living
together
and he
didn’t
intend
to, but
he felt
he was
failing
him all
the
same.
Rodney
wasn’t
always a
very
sensible
person,
about
many
things,
but
particularly
about
his
workload.
If he
was
intellectually
excited
then he
could
easily
get
sucked
into a
little
world of
his own.
That
might
have
been
acceptable
in the
past,
but now
that he
was
collared
he had
someone
who
cared
about
him, and
who got
concerned
when he
went
missing
for any
period
of time,
even if
he was
only
missing
in the
mental
sense.
Anybody
who knew
Rodney
knew
what he
was like
though –
when he
got like
this, he
was so
distracted
he
barely
gave you
the time
of day.
When you
talked
to him
his eyes
remained
glazed
over,
and
while he
seemed
to nod
in all
the
right
places
John
knew
that he
was a
million
miles
away.
Even
John's
tolerance
had its
limits,
and
after
five
days of
seeing
virtually
nothing
of
Rodney
his
patience
was
wearing
thin.
Rodney
had
waylaid
him
twice in
the
transporters
to
deliver
two
truly
spectacular
blowjobs,
and that
had
turned
his
brain to
such
mush
he'd
been
unable
to lay
down the
law to
Rodney
about
the
hours he
was
working,
but he
knew
this
couldn't
go on
for much
longer.
He also
knew
that
Rodney
had only
given
him the
blowjobs
as a
bribe to
keep him
off his
case,
and that
bothered
him.
Most of
the time
Rodney
avoided
him,
clearly
anxious
that
John
didn't
rein him
back in.
After
yet
another
restless
and
Rodney-less
night,
John
decided
that
enough
was
enough.
He went
to
Rodney's
quarters
early
one
morning,
intending
to have
a long
talk
with
him,
only to
find
them
empty.
Furious,
he
strode
along
the
hallway
to the
lab,
and,
sure
enough,
found
Rodney
there,
sitting
at his
workstation,
eyes
red-rimmed
and
weary
from
obviously
having
pulled
an
all-nighter.
This was
enough
for
John.
Part of
being a
good top
was
allowing
his sub
to have
his head
and to
understand
his
passions,
and part
of it
was
saving
his
wayward
sub from
his own
stubborn
self
too, and
it was
knowing
when to
do which
that was
the real
art.
"Rodney,"
he said
sharply,
and
Rodney
started
and
glanced
up.
There
were
dark
shadows
under
his eyes
and he
looked
exhausted.
"Have
you been
here all
night?"
John
asked.
"Is it
morning?"
Rodney
looked
confused.
"I'll
take
that as
a yes.
I've had
enough.
This has
to
stop,"
John
said
firmly.
"I knew
this was
important
to you
so I've
given
you some
leeway
but now
you're
just
taking
advantage
frankly."
"I'm so
close!"
Rodney
protested.
"No
you're
not. You
just
*want*
to be
close,"
John
growled.
"Now, I
don't
care if
you
spend an
hour or
two a
day of
your
spare
time
going
over
those
notes,
but you
don't
pull
another
all-nighter
to work
on this,
and you
stop
working
every
single
moment
when
you're
not
asleep."
"You're
just
missing
the
sex,"
Rodney
snapped.
"Yes I
am!"
John
retorted.
"I'm
also
worried
about
you. You
should
take a
good
look at
yourself.
Now, go
back to
your
quarters
and get
some
sleep.
I'll
tell
Zelenka
you'll
be late.
Then
join me
for
lunch.
You can
work
this
afternoon
and I'll
see you
in my
quarters
at seven
p.m. Do
not,
under
any
circumstances,
be
late."
He
turned
to go.
"Fine,"
Rodney
said
sulkily
behind
him.
"Whatever.
I bet
Einstein
wouldn't
have
discovered
the
fucking
theory
of
fucking
relativity
if he'd
had you
as his
fucking
top."
John
paused
in the
doorway,
and then
turned
back to
glare at
his sub.
"Rodney,
if I get
any more
attitude
off you
then
that
spanking
I gave
you a
few days
ago will
feel
like a
walk in
the
park.
You got
me?" he
said.
Rodney
glared
back at
him, and
John
couldn't
help but
feel
sorry
for him.
His sub
was too
exhausted
to think
straight,
and this
was
precisely
why he
needed a
firm
hand
right
now, and
someone
who'd
think
straight
for him.
"Yeah. I
got
you,"
Rodney
muttered.
"Sir,"
he added
sarcastically
as John
went to
walk
away.
John
turned
back,
smoothly,
crossed
the
distance
to
Rodney's
workstation
in a few
steps,
pushed
Rodney
down
over the
table,
and
delivered
several
hard
swats to
his
sub's
ass. He
only
used his
hand,
and
Rodney's
ass was
covered
by his
pants
and
boxers
so it
could
hardly
have
hurt
much,
but its
value
was in
reminding
Rodney
who he
was
talking
to.
John
released
his sub,
pulled
Rodney
up,
grabbed
the
lapel of
his lab
coat,
and
yanked
him out
of the
room. He
dragged
Rodney
along to
his
quarters,
opened
the
door,
and
half-walked,
half-threw
Rodney
inside.
"Bed.
Now,"
John
said,
standing
there,
arms
folded
across
his
chest.
Rodney
gazed at
him from
blue
eyes
that
couldn't
decide
if they
were
freaked
out or
aroused,
but he
gave in,
mutinously
removing
his
boots,
pants
and
labcoat,
before
sliding
under
the
sheets,
glaring
at John
the
entire
time.
John
waited
until
Rodney
was in
situ
before
striding
over to
the
door.
"I'll
radio
you at
lunchtime.
If I see
you
anywhere
outside
of this
room
before
then, or
if
anyone
else
sees
you,
then
you'll
get
another
taste of
my
paddle,"
he said
firmly.
Rodney
turned
his back
on him,
and then
pulled
the
sheet,
slowly
and
deliberately,
over his
head,
making
no
reply.
It
didn’t
pass
John by
that
Rodney
was
giving
him the
finger
as he
pulled
the
sheet
up,
either.
He
shrugged.
Rodney
might
not be
very
happy
with him
but he
needed
someone
to reel
him back
in, and
make him
eat and
sleep.
He knew
just how
single-minded
and
obsessed
his sub
could be
at
times,
and he
didn't
mind
playing
the bad
guy in
order to
force
his
wayward
lover
into
getting
some
rest.
As it
turned
out,
John was
called
away to
take
Carson
to a
medical
emergency
on the
mainland
a couple
of hours
later,
so he
sent
Lorne in
his
stead,
insisting
that he
escort
Rodney
to the
mess
hall at
lunch
time,
and that
he watch
him eat
a full
meal.
It was
late by
the time
he got
back
from the
mainland,
and as
he
walked
tiredly
from the
jumper
bay he
decided
that he
couldn't
face
another
battle
with
Rodney
right
now. He
suspected
that if
he
dropped
by the
lab he'd
find
Rodney
there,
making
the most
of his
top's
absence.
He could
just
imagine
the look
of
innocence
he'd see
in
Rodney's
eyes.
"But I
went to
your
quarters
and you
weren't
there?
What was
I
supposed
to do?
Sit and
wait?"
He
wasn't
in the
mood for
it, so
he went
to his
quarters
instead.
He
opened
the
door…and
stopped
dead in
his
tracks.
The room
was
warm,
lit by a
dozen
candles,
and
Rodney
was
kneeling
on a rug
in the
centre
of the
room,
stark
naked,
his body
glistening
with…oil?
John
gazed at
him
blankly
for a
moment,
and then
his
brain
kicked
into
gear,
sending
a
considerable
amount
of blood
southwards
in
appreciation
of just
how hot
Rodney
looked
right
now.
Rodney
looked
up.
"Just
wanted
to
say…sorry?"
he
offered,
those
twisted
lips of
his
quirked
into a
little
expression
of
contrition.
"I knew
I was
being an
ass.
Couldn't
seem to
stop
myself."
"Candles?"
John
raised
an
eyebrow.
"And
oil?"
"Too
much?"
Rodney
asked.
"Oh no.
Definitely
not."
John
grinned.
"Oh god
you look
fantastic.
Apology
accepted,
Rodney."
He went
over to
his sub
and
Rodney
stayed
kneeling,
looking
up at
him with
a happy
smile.
"Also, I
was
missing
the hot
sex
too,"
Rodney
added.
"I think
I was
trying
to
punish
myself
for the
whole
ZPM
thing."
"There's
really
no need
for you
to
punish
yourself
when I
can do
that for
you,"
John
said,
with a
dangerous
grin.
Rodney
giggled,
and John
smoothed
his
sub's
wavy
hair
away
from his
face.
"You
look so
damn
edible.
I'm
going to
need to
taste,"
he said.
"I'm all
yours."
Rodney
looked
up at
him
eagerly.
"Oh! And
something
else. I
thought…well,
I hope
this
might
um,
interest…amuse…excite…you.
Whatever."
He
reached
out and
took
something
off the
nightstand,
and
handed
it to
John.
"Is it a
cock
ring?"
John
held it
up. It
looked
like a
cock
ring. It
was
round,
and
there
was a
little
clip
fastening,
but it
was
unlike
any cock
ring
he'd
seen
before.
It
looked…kind
of
alien,
and
there
were
some
ornate
markings
on it.
He
pressed
a little
switch
on the
side and
it
started
to pulse
with a
bright
green
light.
"Shit,
it looks
just
like…."
"The
personal
shield.
I know."
Rodney
nodded
smugly,
getting
to his
feet and
dancing
around
excitedly.
"That's
because
it is!
Well,
no,
that's
not
true.
You see,
I had a
nice
sleep
this
morning,
and woke
up
feeling
a lot
better,
and
that’s
when I
realised
that you
weren't
such a
big jerk
after
all so I
got to
thinking
about
how I
could
make it
up to
you, and
I had
this
idea. So
I found
another
personal
shield
in
storage,
and I
adapted
it into
this
shape,
so it
could
fit
around
my
cock."
"Great…so
if
you're
wearing
it I
can't
touch
your
cock?"
John was
puzzled.
Rodney
giggled
again,
his
brown
hair
bouncing
off the
nape of
his
neck,
looking
completely
adorable.
It was
all John
could do
not to
kiss
him.
"No, no,
no! You
see, I
know you
have
this
thing
about my
cock and
ass
being
your own
personal
property.
Not that
I'd let
anyone
but you
get that
close
but
hell, I
know
that
sometimes
you
don't
even
like
*me*
touching
myself.
So…I
keyed
the DNA
on the
shield
so that
when I'm
wearing
it, and
when
it's
activated,
you're
the only
one who
can
touch me
in a
radius
all
around
here."
He waved
in the
direction
of his
groin
and ass.
"Of
course,
I'd be
kind of
grateful
if you
used it
wisely."
He
adopted
a pained
expression.
"As I
won't
even be
able to
wipe my
own ass
otherwise,
but I
thought
you'd
get a
kick out
of
knowing
I was
completely
untouchable
there –
that
only you
can get
through
the
shield."
"Oh my
god."
John
looked
at the
glowing
green
device
in his
hand,
feeling
his cock
immediately
harden.
This was
such a
hot
fantasy.
His mind
raced
ahead,
thinking
of all
the
things
they
could do
with it.
“So –
did I do
good?”
Rodney
grinned,
still
hopping
around
excitedly.
“Oh
yeah.
You did
good,”
John
drawled.
“You did
*very*
good,
Rodney.
In fact,
you did
so good
that
tonight
I’m
going to
reward
you.”
Rodney’s
face lit
up even
more
than it
was
already,
making
John
laugh
out
loud.
“But
tomorrow…tomorrow
we're
going to
deal
with
that
little
tantrum
you
threw
earlier,”
he said.
Rodney’s
face
fell so
much it
was
almost
comical.
“Well,
we do
have
some
issues
to sort
out,”
John
said,
and
Rodney
nodded,
glumly.
“But
right
now, I
just
want to
enjoy my
sub.”
John
reached
out,
pulled
Rodney’s
oiled,
naked
body to
his
chest,
and
lowered
his head
to find
those
beautiful,
crooked
lips. He
kissed
Rodney
long and
hard,
loving
the way
Rodney
surrendered
to him
so
easily,
his body
sinking
against
John’s,
melting
into
him,
making
his cock
ache.
He
always
got
especially
excited
when
Rodney
was
naked
and he
was
clothed
– there
was
something
so
arousing
about
it. As
he
kissed
Rodney
he
thought
of
appropriate
ways to
reward
him for
his
ingenuity
about
the cock
ring.
Having a
ridiculously
smart
scientist
for a
boyfriend
really
did pay
at
times,
he
thought
to
himself
happily.
When he
released
Rodney,
he
guided
him over
to the
bed.
“Lie
down. On
your
back.
Arms and
legs
spread
right
out,” he
ordered.
Rodney
complied
eagerly,
his eyes
alight
with
anticipation.
John
grinned
– he
remembered
those
stories
about
Rodney
being a
bad sub,
and
nothing
could be
further
than the
truth.
Rodney
generally
tried to
be as
obedient
and
compliant
as
possible
in the
bedroom,
and he’d
always
tried
his best
to obey
every
sexual
order
John had
given
him. He
was more
of a
handful
in their
everyday
life but
that
just
made a
fine
counterpoint
to his
submission
in the
bedroom
– and
stopped
their
lives
from
ever
being
routine,
or
ordinary.
John
went
over to
his box
of toys
and took
out four
padded
cuffs.
He
fastened
them to
Rodney’s
wrists
and
ankles,
while
Rodney
watched
with
eager
eyes.
Then
John
fastened
the
cuffs to
the
headrail
and
footrail
of the
bed,
making
sure
that
they
were
secure.
After
that, he
just
stood
there
for a
moment,
looking
down on
his
naked,
oiled
sub. He
reached
out and
took
hold of
Rodney’s
hardening
cock,
rubbing
it to a
fully
erect
state,
while
Rodney
started
to make
those
adorable
mewling
sounds
in his
throat.
“All
right,
submissive.
I want
you to
keep
this
erection
until I
tell you
that you
can
come.
Understood?”
John
said.
Rodney
nodded,
eyes
wide and
blue.
John
slid his
fingers
along
Rodney’s
beautiful
hard
cock a
few more
times.
“Think
of
yourself
as a
sacrifice,”
he
murmured.
“An
offering
– and
I’m the
one
you’re
offering
yourself
to. Give
it all
up to
me.”
Rodney
nodded
again, a
smile
curving
those
twisted
lips.
“I’m
going to
the
bathroom.
I want
you to
lie here
and
think of
me
coming
to claim
you –
and
remember
to stay
hard for
me,”
John
ordered,
and then
he
turned
and
left.
He went
to the
bathroom,
got
undressed,
and took
a
shower,
making
sure he
was
clean
all
over,
and then
he took
his time
drying
himself.
He knew
it would
be hard
for
Rodney
to
maintain
that
erection
without
the use
of his
hands to
keep it
perky,
but John
liked
setting
little
tests
for
Rodney,
and he
knew
Rodney
liked
performing
all the
things
John
asked of
him. It
turned
them
both on.
Finally,
John
opened
the door
a
little,
and
peered
through.
The
sight in
front of
him took
his
breath
away.
Rodney,
lying on
his back
on the
bed,
stark
naked,
his
oiled
skin
glistening
in the
candlelight,
and his
cock
standing
up
straight
and
proud,
in a
magnificent
erection.
John
felt his
own cock
harden
just at
the
sight.
The
candles
flickered,
painting
Rodney’s
naked
flesh in
little
shadows
and
bursts
of
light,
dappling
his
creamy
skin and
making
the
oiled
flesh
gleam
even
more.
John
stepped
quietly
over to
the bed,
and
Rodney’s
blue
eyed
gaze
turned
to him.
“Ssh,”
John
said,
wanting
to keep
things
quiet
and
intense.
He got
onto the
bed and
straddled
Rodney,
placing
his
hands
gently
on his
sub’s
oily
flesh.
He loved
the way
his
fingers
slid
over
Rodney's
smooth
skin,
and he
made
little
whorls
on
Rodney’s
body as
he went,
his
fingertips
tracing
circles
and
stars,
teasing
and
caressing
wherever
they
touched.
Rodney
began to
make
little
whimpering
sounds
in the
back of
his
throat,
his
breath
hitching
as John
worked
his way
lower.
“Keep
still
for me
or you
won’t
get your
reward,”
John
warned.
Rodney’s
eyes
widened
again,
and John
suppressed
a grin.
One of
the
wonderful
things
about
Rodney
was the
way his
facial
expressions
were so
incredibly
revealing.
He
remembered
what
Teyla
had said
to him
about
the
mating
dance,
and
considered
himself
pretty
lucky as
tops
went. It
wasn’t
hard
knowing
how
Rodney
felt
about
any
given
thing he
did to
him – it
was all
written
in those
expressive
eyes and
in the
body
language.
John
lowered
his head
and took
a warm,
oily
nipple
between
his
lips,
sucking
gently.
Rodney
swallowed
a moan,
his body
rising
to meet
John’s
touch.
John
sucked
on his
other
nipple,
then
alternated
between
the two,
knowing
how
sensitive
they
were,
and how
much
pleasure
this
light
sucking
gave his
sub.
Then he
moved
down,
trailing
oily
fingers
and his
moist
mouth
over
acres of
slippery
Rodney
skin.
Finally,
he
reached
Rodney’s
cock. He
didn’t
touch it
– he
just
rose up
on his
haunches,
looked
down on
Rodney,
and then
reached
behind
him,
pulled
his own
buttocks
apart,
and
impaled
himself
on the
top of
Rodney’s
cock.
Rodney
let out
a
strangled
cry, and
then he
gazed up
at John,
transfixed.
John
never
took his
eyes off
his
sub’s
face as
he
slowly,
so
slowly,
took
Rodney’s
oiled
cock
deep
into his
anus.
He’d
prepared
himself
in the
bathroom,
stretching
and
applying
lube. He
hadn’t
often
allowed
his subs
to
penetrate
him – he
enjoyed
the
sensation
but it
wasn’t
his
favourite
thing.
Mostly
he
preferred
to
penetrate
them,
but
occasionally
it was
nice to
feel
them
inside
him. He
never
allowed
the act
to be
anything
other
than one
of
domination
though,
and this
time was
no
different.
Rodney
was
completely
tied,
and
couldn’t
resist
even if
he’d
wanted
to.
“I’m
going to
ride you
hard,”
John
whispered.
“Your
naked
body is
here to
service
me,
Rodney.
Spread
out for
me to
use. All
you have
to do is
stay
hard for
me and
offer
yourself
up.”
Rodney
blinked,
his blue
eyes
amazed
and
aroused
at one
and the
same
time.
John
slid
right
down on
Rodney’s
cock and
then up
again.
He
reached
down and
fondled
his own
hard
cock,
enjoying
the dual
stimulation
of
Rodney’s
penis
stretching
his anus
and his
own cock
responding,
tingling
with
pleasure.
He rode
Rodney
slowly,
keeping
his
movements
measured,
loving
the way
Rodney
gasped
beneath
him each
time he
moved
downwards,
his ass
muscles
clenching
around
Rodney’s
hard
penis.
Rodney
strained
against
his
bonds,
the
sensation
clearly
too much
for him,
his
hands
opening
and
closing
spasmodically.
John
knew
that
Rodney
wanted
to move,
wanted
to grip
John’s
thighs
and time
the
thrusts
himself,
but also
he knew
how much
Rodney
enjoyed
being
denied
that
degree
of
control.
John was
in
charge,
and he
decided
how much
pleasure
Rodney’s
cock
got, and
what
angle it
was
allowed
to
penetrate
his
body,
and how
deep it
went,
and how
fast,
and all
Rodney
could do
was lie
there
and take
it.
“I want
you to
come on
command,”
John
told
him.
“Think
you can
do
that?”
Rodney
nodded
frantically.
“Good.”
John
started
to speed
up,
watching
as a
bead of
sweat
worked
its way
down
Rodney’s
forehead,
staining
the
oiled
skin. He
knew
Rodney
was
fighting
desperately
not to
come,
and he
was
pleased.
He liked
to see
his sub
make a
visible
effort
to obey
him,
even
when it
was
hard. He
milked
Rodney’s
cock
even
harder,
making
Rodney
cry out
and
fling
his head
back on
the
pillows.
“Look at
me,”
John
told
him,
tapping
his
belly
warningly.
“Keep
your
gaze
fixed on
me. I
want you
to be
able to
read me.
When you
see me
about to
come
then I
want you
to come
too – I
want you
to come
at the
same
time as
me.
Understand?”
Rodney’s
blue
eyes
looked
unsure.
“You
need to
learn to
watch
me,”
John
told
him.
“You
need to
learn
what
pleases
me, and
the
sounds I
make and
how I
look
when I’m
ready to
come.”
Rodney
nodded,
his
expression
changing
to one
of
determination.
Now
their
gazes
were
locked
once
more as
John
rode him
in
earnest,
sliding
up and
down on
Rodney’s
cock,
hard and
fast,
squeezing
with his
ass
muscles
as he
did so.
There
was no
sound
except
their
ragged
breathing,
and the
moment
was so
intense
John
almost
didn’t
want to
come –
he
wanted
to just
live
this
experience
forever.
He
pulled
on his
own cock
with
slick
fingers,
timed to
each
inward
slide of
Rodney’s
cock
inside
his
body,
feeling
the
fantastic
pressure
starting
to
build,
and
build,
and
build…and
then he
was
coming,
deliberately
spraying
himself
onto
Rodney’s
naked
chest
and
belly.
He felt
Rodney
convulse
against
him a
mere
split
second
later,
and
sensed
Rodney’s
pumping
climax.
They
came to
a halt,
and John
knelt
there,
straddled
over
Rodney’s
body,
his
breath
coming
in
heaving
gasps.
Beneath
him,
Rodney
was
gazing
up at
him with
an
adoring
expression
on his
face,
and a
wide
smile on
his
lips.
“I did
it
didn’t
I?” he
whispered.
“I got
the
timing
right.”
“You
did.”
John
leaned
forward,
and
rewarded
his
obedient
sub with
a kiss
on his
lips.
“Oh god
that was
amazing,”
Rodney
sighed
afterwards.
“Thank
you.”
“You’re
welcome.”
John got
off of
Rodney’s
softening
cock,
and felt
Rodney’s
come
trickle
out of
his anus
and down
his leg.
That
gave him
an idea,
which he
stored
away for
later.
He
untied
Rodney
and
removed
his
cuffs,
chucking
them
wearily
onto the
floor,
and then
gathered
up his
sub in
his arms
and they
lay
there,
too
sated
too
move.
The
candles
were now
burning
low, and
some of
them had
winked
out
altogether,
leaving
the room
in semi-
darkness.
“I have
to ask,”
John
said,
his arms
wrapped
happily
around
his warm
submissive,
glad to
have
Rodney
back in
his bed
for a
whole
night
again.
“The
candles
and the
oil –
where
the hell
did you
get
them?
Because
I don’t
believe
for a
second
that you
brought
‘em with
you from
Earth.”
Rodney
gave his
trademark
giggle.
“You’d
be right
not to
believe
that,”
he
replied.
“I
didn’t.
I, uh,
did a
trade
with
Katie
Brown.
Oh,
okay, I
have to
admit
something.
They
weren’t
my idea.
I was
returning
Katie’s
magazine
to her
earlier
and I
thought
I’d ask
her what
the hell
a sub
should
do if
he’s
pissed
off his
top and
wants to
make
amends.
She told
me that
she
never
pisses
Miko off
but when
she
wants to
surprise
her, she
strips
naked,
gets
oiled
up,
lights a
few
candles,
and
waits
for her
in
Miko’s
quarters.”
“Wow.
Lucky
Miko,”
John
commented.
Rodney
elbowed
him in
the
ribs.
“You
only
have
room in
your
life for
one
submissive
so don’t
go
getting
lecherous
thoughts
about
Katie,”
he
sniffed.
“I
wasn’t,”
John
grinned,
because
he liked
it when
Rodney
got
jealous.
“Just
thinking
– way to
go Miko
for
choosing
subs who
like
spoiling
her so
much.
So, what
did you
have to
trade to
get the
candles
and the
oil?”
“That’s
between
me and
Katie,”
Rodney
said.
John
squeezed
his ass
warningly.
“Rodney.”
“Oh
okay.
It’s
just
embarrassing.
Uh, Miko
only has
one pair
of those
PVC
boots
she
likes
and
they’re
wearing
a little
thin. No
chance
of
getting
any more
stuck
out here
in the
Pegasus
galaxy,
so I
have to,
um,
manufacture
some PVC
so Katie
can give
her a
new pair
of boots
on their
anniversary
next
month.”
John
laughed
out
loud.
“You
have to
make
Miko a
pair of
boots?”
he said,
gazing
at his
sub in
amused
disbelief.
“No!”
Rodney
protested.
“I have
to make
some PVC
– which
actually
isn't
that
hard.
Katie’s
getting
the
boots
designed
and sewn
up by an
Athosian
cobbler
on the
mainland,
although
actually
I’m
pretty
good at
designing
and
making
things
so…oh
shit,
did I
just
destroy
any
street
cred I
had left
admitting
that?”
Rodney
asked.
John
snorted.
“Rodney,
you’ve
never
had any
street
cred,”
he said
“Oh.”
Rodney
looked
ever so
slightly
crestfallen
at that,
although
really,
John had
no idea
how his
beloved
geeky
sub
could
ever
have
believed
he had
street
cred.
“And
making
PVC is
*such* a
good use
of our
facilities
here, to
say
nothing
of that
enormous
brain of
yours,”
John
teased,
pinching
Rodney’s
bottom.
Rodney
emitted
a
world-weary
sigh but
rested
his head
on
John’s
chest
all the
same.
“I DO
have an
enormous
brain,”
he said,
a trifle
smugly.
John
pinched
his
bottom
again.
“Okay,
okay.
But
remember
I did it
for
you.”
John
squeezed
him
tight.
“You
did, and
I’m very
grateful
– as I
think I
just
showed
you.”
“Mmmm.
Yeah. Oh
god,
that was
so
incredibly
fantastic.
I
wondered
if you’d
ever let
me…you
know,
but I
thought
you
probably
wouldn’t
because
you’re
so bossy
during
sex and
then…oh
god.”
“Don’t
get too
used to
it,”
John
told
him. “I
don’t
get the
urge
very
often,
and when
I do
it’s
most
likely
to be
you
lying
flat on
your
back,
and me
on top.”
“Hmm,
well,
you on
top is
pretty
much the
way it
should
be,”
Rodney
said, in
a
contented
little
murmur,
his eyes
drooping.
John
smiled,
and
pulled
the
blanket
up
around
them
both. He
watched
as
Rodney
fell
asleep
in his
arms,
and it
felt so
good
after so
many
nights
spent in
this bed
alone.
John
realised
he had
made a
mistake
in
allowing
Rodney
to get
buried
so deep
in his
search
for the
ZPMs. He
had
forgotten
just how
smart
his
boyfriend
was.
Rodney
had a
tendency
to live
too much
in his
own
brain,
and he
needed a
strong
top to
help him
relax
and
switch
off from
his
obsessions.
John
traced a
hand
over
Rodney's
sleeping
body.
Rodney
was more
relaxed
than he
had been
before
their
sex
session,
but his
shoulders
were
still
tight
from
days of
tension.
John
frowned,
feeling
the
knots
beneath
his
fingertips
as he
gently
rubbed
Rodney's
shoulders
and
neck. He
felt
annoyed
with
himself
– he'd
failed
Rodney
and
allowed
the
situation
to get
out of
hand. He
supposed
it was
inevitable
that
he'd
screw
things
up at
some
point.
They
were
still
relatively
new to
each
other,
and so
far
their
relationship
had been
so
sexually
charged
that
nothing
else had
mattered.
They had
to find
a way to
live and
work
together
too –
and he
had to
learn to
read his
complex
sub
better.
John
wrapped
his arms
around
Rodney
and
pulled
him
close,
and his
sub
came,
murmuring
something
in his
sleep.
John
held
him,
planning
for the
day
ahead –
he'd
relax
all this
tension
out of
Rodney,
and give
his sub
the
release
he
needed
right
now.
Sometimes
he
forgot
how much
Rodney
carried
the
weight
of the
city on
his
shoulders.
Rodney
was the
Head of
Science
after
all, and
they
relied
on him
to keep
things
working
and come
up with
brilliant
ideas
that
would
save
their
lives in
the nick
of time.
That had
to be a
strain.
His
brilliance
was
often so
immediate,
and so
effortless,
that
people
forgot
the long
hours he
put in
at the
lab, and
the way
he tried
so hard
to get
them
what
they
needed –
such as
the ZPM.
John
mulled
over his
idea for
what
he'd do
the
following
day. He
doubted
Rodney
would
like it
at first
– but if
it
worked,
it would
give his
sub the
rest and
relaxation
he so
clearly
needed
right
now. And
it was
up to
John to
make
sure it
*did*
work. He
was
Rodney's
top, and
Rodney's
wellbeing
was his
responsibility
- and
one that
he was
happy to
shoulder.
He
kissed
Rodney’s
hair,
gently,
inhaling
the
scent of
it.
Rodney
smelled
of
fragrant
oil
combined
with sex
and
sweat,
and, a
bit, of
the lab,
the way
he
always
did.
John
liked
the
combination
so much
that he
kept his
nose
pressed
against
Rodney’s
hair for
a long
time,
before
he, too,
fell
asleep.
~*~
Rodney
woke the
next
morning
to the
sensation
of his
top
playing
with his
cock. It
was an
entirely
good
sensation,
and his
cock
hardened
immediately.
He
stretched,
feeling
his
muscles
creak
slightly.
He felt
stiff,
but the
long
sleep
had done
him
good,
and his
body was
starting
to
unwind.
He
realised,
guiltily,
how
stupid
he'd
been,
working
himself
into the
ground
and
ignoring
John's
concern
for him.
He knew
he’d
been
behaving
badly,
but his
obsession
with
finding
a ZPM
had got
the
better
of him.
He
winced
as he
recalled
how he’d
avoided
his top
for fear
that
John
would
call him
on it,
and the
hissy
fit he’d
thrown
the
previous
day.
“Okay?”
John
sounded
surprised,
mis-reading
his
wince.
“I’m not
hurting
you, am
I?”
He
wasn’t.
He was
doing
entirely
nice
things
to
Rodney’s
cock –
things
that
made
Rodney
wish he
could
purr
like a
cat.
“No. I
was just
thinking
that my
body
feels
much
happier
when
it’s
having
regular
sex |