Title: Shrine
Author: Xanthe
Fandom: SGA
Pairing/Characters:
McKay/Sheppard
Summary: Rodney is
busy with his devotions
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: None
Wordcount:
2,356
Keywords: Romance,
smut
Email:
Xanthe@xanthe.org
Permission to archive:
Anywhere
Author's Notes: This
ficlet was written specially as a
present for the lovely Bluespirit :-)
This story is now available as part of
an anthology of my stories published in
zine form under the title Breaking
the Rules from:
http://www.agentwithstyle.com/
Shrine
By Xanthe
Shrine: n. 1. a place of worship
hallowed by association with a sacred
person or object
Rodney didn't believe
in God. He preferred to focus his
attention on what he could see, hear,
taste, smell and touch, and sometimes,
during the course of his work, it was
necessary to really concentrate on all
five of those senses, without
distraction.
"Uh…Rodney…how long is
this going to take?" John asked.
"Ssh. Ssh. Sssh!"
Rodney snapped irritably. "Can't you see
I'm working?"
John's sigh was loud
and audible. Rodney ignored it and
returned to his task. His nimble fingers
gently stroked the leather, enjoying the
feel of the soft, black fabric under his
skin. This required all his
concentration and he went about his task
slowly, carefully, paying attention to
every small detail. The leather was
warmer than he'd been expecting, having
been heated by close proximity to the
human body it was currently nestled
against. Rodney slid his fingers under
the black strap and worked it free. He
noted that the leather was worn from
frequent use where the buckle fastened
and he stroked a couple of stray fibres
away, humming softly to himself as he
worked.
"Anytime today would
be good," John muttered.
"Some things can't be
hurried, Colonel. Even someone as
impatient as you should recognise that,"
Rodney retorted.
"*I'm* impatient? Me?"
John protested. "My god, I've never met
a more impatient man than you. I can't
believe you just said that."
"I'm not impatient –
I'm just quick," Rodney told him, his
fingers carefully prising the leather
belt and accompanying holster away from
John's thigh.
"Not right now you're
not," John retorted.
Rodney didn't reply.
He was too busy raising the newly
released thigh holster to his nose and
inhaling the smell of warm, John-scented
leather.
"Ugh. That's just
so…oh, whatever," John sighed.
Rodney ignored him. He
placed the thigh holster on the
nightstand and then gazed at the
smorgasbord laid out on the bed in front
of him, wondering what to delight his
senses with next. His gaze settled on
the tight, slinky black shirt with the
teasing glimpse of chest hair peeking
out from beneath. He straddled John's
upper torso and placed his fingers on
the cool zip fastening of his lover's
shirt.
"Okay. So you were
just teasing me down there. Now you're
coming up here," John muttered. "I
suppose that at least puts you within
kissing distance but you could have
taken care of business while you were
down there." He nodded in the direction
of the erection currently tenting the
front of his pants but Rodney shook his
head, his eyes transfixed by the little
zip that was currently taunting him.
"You have no idea how
often I've looked at this little bastard
and wanted to do…this…" Rodney took the
zip between thumb and forefinger and
slowly, slowly, ever so slowly, drew it
down as far as it would go,
revealing…"Oh god," Rodney moaned,
feeling his own erection swell even more
in his pants.
"What now?" John
sighed.
Rodney lowered his
head and touched the tip of his nose to
the newly revealed dog tags as they lay
nestled in his lover's dark chest hair.
He liked the little chinking sound they
made as he nudged them and the cool feel
of the metal under his nose - and most
of all he liked the way they gleamed
against John's pale skin. Those dog tags
got to be where Rodney wanted to be
every minute of every day – pressed
against John's naked flesh. Rodney
shivered and placed his mouth reverently
on the little patch of flesh that the
dog tags had vacated, enjoying the
faintly metallic scent that soon
disappeared to be replaced by the salty,
musky taste that was pure John.
John sighed, but this
time it was a sigh of pleasure. He sank
back into the bed and his hands came to
rest on Rodney's ass. Rodney wriggled
his ass, shaking them off.
"No touching," he
said.
"Oh come ON, Rodney,"
John growled, his arousal sounding in
his voice.
"Not yet," Rodney told
him reprovingly. "You said we could do
things my way, remember."
"I made that promise
under duress!" John protested.
"I know." Rodney
sounded kind of smug.
"You were blowing me!"
John continued.
"I was," Rodney
grinned, remembering.
"In the puddle
jumper," John added.
"Yeah." Rodney's grin
broadened.
"While I was flying
it!" John said. "You were under the damn
console on your knees. I was flying and
coming at the same time. I'd have
promised you anything right then as you
damn well know!"
"I do." Rodney nodded
solemnly. "It was perhaps a little
unfair of me to exact that promise from
you at that precise moment in time but
if you will have weaknesses then you
must expect me to exploit them."
"I thought you were my
boyfriend not my blackmailer," John
groused.
"I'm perfectly capable
of being both at the same time," Rodney
retorted. "Now…back to business." He
glanced down at the tight fabric
covering his lover's chest. Under the
dim Atlantean lights the fabric looked
ever so slightly shiny, stretched over
the two little mounds of aroused flesh
on his lover's chest. "Hmm…these are
perky." Rodney ghosted his fingers over
John's nipples and his lover gave
another growl.
"You can talk," he
muttered. "Yours stand to attention the
minute I walk into the room."
"My nipples are indeed
highly responsive to visual
stimulation," Rodney told him, nodding.
"But yours…are more subtle. I have to
actually sit on top of you and stroke
them to get a reaction. Feels good huh?"
His fingers didn't stop moving over
John's nipples as he spoke and he could
feel them harden even more under the
slinky black fabric that was covering
them. "Time to lose the shirt I fear,"
Rodney said regretfully.
"About damn time,"
John said. "There's a distinct lack of
nakedness in this room, Rodney!"
"Ssh. I'm busy,"
Rodney replied, shifting backwards so
that he was straddled over John's waist
now. He gently tugged the shirt out of
his lover's pants and slowly slid it up
John's body, enjoying the way it glided
over his lover's skin, pooling into
little ripples, revealing acres of
toned, hard flesh. Rodney dipped his
head and licked a pathway up the skin he
had just uncovered, and John moaned and
bucked up slightly beneath him,
partially dislodging him.
"Naughty," Rodney told
him, regaining his position straddling
his lover's body. "I'm allowed to do
what I like to you remember?"
"When I agreed to that
I had no idea it would involve torture!"
John complained. Rodney raised an
eyebrow.
"So far I've removed
your thigh holster, unzipped your shirt
and licked your stomach. Pray tell
exactly how this can be considered
torture?" he invited, with a quizzical
look in John's direction.
"It's a slow torture,
devised by one of the most cunning and
devious minds in the Pegasus galaxy,"
John moaned. Rodney grinned and then
ducked his head and ran his warm tongue
over one of John's newly exposed
nipples. John gasped out loud and Rodney
held him down and licked his nipples
like a kitten, lapping at them with his
tongue, roving from one to the other,
gently teasing them into hard peaks. He
could feel John beneath his thighs,
squirming in ecstasy.
Rodney finished his
work and then sat up. John lay there,
beneath him, looking like he was going
to pass out if Rodney didn't move things
along. Rodney grinned. He'd never had a
lover pass out on him before; it would
be a novel experience. He certainly had
no intention of moving things along any
time soon. He was enjoying his devotions
far too much.
"Arms up," Rodney
ordered. He shifted his knees a fraction
to allow John to move his arms and then
swiftly removed his lover's shirt and
threw it on the floor, leaving John
naked from the waist up…and leaving his
hair endearingly dishevelled.
"Ah. Oh dear." Rodney
shook his head sadly. "It's no use. I
was going to go back down and take that
hard cock of yours in my mouth but now
I've seen that…" He gave a regretful
sigh. "I'm afraid I'm going to be
waylaid."
"Why? WHY?" John
demanded. "What was wrong with the going
down and the mouth thing? Where else is
there that you have to be right now?"
"Here." Rodney shifted
forward, planted his hands on either
side of John's head, and then leaned in
close…and sniffed John's hair.
"WHAT?" John
exclaimed.
"Mmmm," Rodney
inhaled.
"You're kidding me
right?" John growled, trying to wriggle
away, but Rodney had him firmly pinned
down between his knees. Strangely, for a
man who could only run to save his life
and was crap at hand to hand combat,
Rodney was peculiarly strong. Of course
most of John's blood had ebbed away into
the enormous erection he was currently
sporting so that might have explained
his inability to break free.
"Nope," Rodney said,
burying his nose in John's dark hair.
"It was looking all mussed up and
delicious. I had no choice," he said,
with a tragic sigh. John gave a sigh of
his own and sank back down in the bed
again, allowing Rodney to continue
unopposed. Rodney caressed his lover's
hair with his fingers, running them
lightly over John's scalp, and John
started to zone out. He looked as
boneless as a plate of jello by the time
Rodney finally finished playing with his
hair. Rodney grinned down at him.
"So, how's the torture
going?" he asked. "Still suffering?"
"You're a sadist,"
John muttered. Rodney considered that
and then smiled happily to himself.
"Very probably," he
replied. He trailed the tips of his
fingers over John's chest, brushing ever
so lightly, loving the way John's breath
hitched and gasped as Rodney's fingers
touched the sensitised skin. "Mmm. I
think you're almost ready now," he said.
"You think?" John
growled. "Next time you blow me in the
jumper I'm going to put duct tape over
my own mouth to stop me promising you
*anything*, ever again."
"Ooh, duct tape -
kinky!" Rodney grinned. "Although of
course nobody actually said there would
be another time in the puddle jumper."
"Rodney!" John's voice
held a sharp note of complaint. Rodney
ignored it. His fingers were now slowly
undoing his lover's pants, and he was
humming to himself as he worked, intent
on the task.
"If I was undressing
myself I'd have been done half an hour
ago!" John growled.
"Mmm, but if you were
undressing yourself it wouldn't have
been half as much fun," Rodney replied
serenely. "Now shift your ass." He slid
his fingers under John's boxers and
pulled them down as John raised his
hips. "Ah…is this what's been bothering
you?" Rodney asked in a faux innocent
tone, as John's enormous erection bobbed
into view.
"I can easily get you
back for this," John told him, with a
faintly malicious grin.
"Really?" Rodney
sounded doubtful. "I'm the cunning and
devious one, remember."
"You think I can't be
cunning and devious? I could whisper in
your ear during a briefing…" Rodney
paused, his fingers poised in mid-air,
remembering how hard he had got last
time John had done that to him – and his
lover hadn't even whispered anything
dirty! But just the gossamer touch of
John's breath on his ear had almost been
enough to make him come there and then.
"Or I could fasten my thigh holster…ever
so slowly…just as we're about to gate
offworld," John told him, warming to his
theme. "In front of everyone," John
added. Rodney swallowed hard, his own
erection swelling even more as he
fantasised about that. It would be
excruciating and embarrassing…and oh so
hot. The thrill of seeing John's fingers
caress the leather holster, and the
knowledge that Rodney couldn't do
anything about his arousal because they
were just about to gate
offworld…combined with the utter torment
of having to swallow said arousal back
down because people were watching. "Or…I
could play with my dog tags while you're
trying to work," John grinned.
"Oh god." Rodney
closed his eyes, remembering the last
time John had done that. Radek had been
in the middle of explaining some
complicated thingummy and John had been
leaning against the wall, his long index
finger sliding over the cool metal of
his dog tags, absently, without the
slightest idea of what it was doing to
the contents of Rodney's boxer shorts.
"Okay, okay! I give in!" he capitulated,
undressing John the rest of the way with
much more haste than he'd hitherto
shown.
Then he paused, and
just gazed at his lover, spread out
before him, naked and beautiful. John's
dark hair was even more mussed up than
ever from where Rodney had played with
it, and it stood out in a shock against
the white pillow. John's naked flesh was
firm and inviting, his nipples still
glistening slightly from where Rodney
had sucked on them. And John's
cock…John's hard cock was standing out
proud, dark and pulsing and utterly
beautiful. Rodney swallowed, hard, as he
surveyed the utterly luscious sight in
front of him.
Rodney knelt in silent
reflection of what was in front of him
for several long seconds, and then he
bent his head, abased himself before the
shrine that was his lover's body, and
took John whole into his mouth, almost
laughing out loud as John roared with
delight and bucked up against him.
Rodney loved the way his own mouth felt
when it was stretched around John's
hard, powerful length. He loved the way
his lover's body smelled, warm and musky
and heady with arousal, and he loved the
way John's beautiful cock tasted as it
slid between his lips, back and forth,
back and forth, making all Rodney's
nerve endings tingle. Most of all,
though, he loved the way John called out
his name, in a low, loving growl of pure
pleasure as he came, his hand tangled in
Rodney's hair.
Rodney didn't believe
in God, but he was very familiar with
the concept of worship.
The
End
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