Chapter 2
Somehow Rodney managed to fix both the gateroom lighting and the water processing plant really quickly after that, and he decided that his level of genius increased in direct proportion to the amount of Carson-induced orgasms he received.
The doctor was true to his word and sent Rodney to sleep that night and woke him up the following morning by sliding between his buttocks and fucking him within an inch of his life. It was, Rodney thought, a very good way to start the day – even better than freshly brewed coffee, which was something he’d never dreamed he’d think. Carson stopped him on the way out of the door, and handed him the tube of lube. Rodney raised an eyebrow.
“Keep yourself lubed for me, Rodney,” Carson told him. “I might want to take you at some point during the day and it’ll save time if I can just bend you over and go straight in there.”
Rodney gazed at him helplessly, feeling his recently sated cock harden in his pants. He could see himself in his mind’s eye, visiting Carson in his office, and being pushed over Carson’s desk, his pants stripped down with brisk movements of the doctor’s hands, and fucked without mercy there and then by his relentlessly dominant lover. Or, he could imagine Carson dropping by the lab late one night, locking the door and going over to Rodney and pushing him down and fucking him without saying a word to him, and both the images made him quiver.
“Oh god. How do you do that? I’m going to be thinking about that all day now,” Rodney grumbled. “You’re fiendish, Carson, and evil, and…how on earth do you know that these things are going to turn me on so much? I mean – I didn’t know that would turn me on until you said it, so how did you know?”
“Oh…” Carson grinned, leaning forward to deposit a kiss on Rodney’s freshly shaven cheek, “I had an inkling.”
Their day turned out a little differently to planned though, when one whole area of the city went into an unexplained lockdown, shutting seven botanists in one of the labs and then cutting power to the room completely. Sheppard assembled a rescue team, consisting of Carson, Rodney, Teyla, Ronon and himself and they set off on the laborious task of making their way across a section of the city whose doors and transporters weren’t working. It fell to Rodney to get each door they encountered open, and by the time he’d worked open the eleventh one in a row, the novelty was wearing decidedly thin. They finally reached the room where the botanists were, and Rodney examined the last door panel with a frown.
“Oh no,” he hissed. “Oh no, no, no.” He glanced up, his eyes wide and horrified.
“What is it?” Sheppard asked, leaning over his shoulder to take a look.
“Life support has failed in there,” Rodney replied, feeling that familiar sick feeling he always got whenever people were in trouble – especially because this was his fault; if only he’d managed to figure out what was wrong with the city then none of this would be happening, and those people wouldn’t be trapped in there with a dwindling oxygen supply.
“Life support?” Carson wrinkled up his forehead. “Why do they need life support? I mean, it’s a bloody city, not a spaceship.”
“No, a spaceship is exactly what it is,” Rodney snapped, because really, that was obvious. “It’s just a spaceship cunningly disguised as a city.”
“Ah. Right. The stardrive.” Carson nodded. “But still – as we’re not in space right now, surely that’s not a problem.”
Rodney stopped what he was doing and turned to give the doctor a scathing stare.
“Not only is the city a spaceship, but it was also designed to be submerged underwater for centuries at a time, so it has completely seal-tight areas,” he explained briskly. “And when it goes into lockdown, like it is right now, each of the main areas of the city becomes an individually sealed unit, and that means that if life support goes offline, anyone trapped inside for any length of time is going to die as soon as the oxygen in there with them runs out. Or maybe they didn’t teach you about the importance of a regular supply of oxygen for the human body at voodoo school.”
He turned back to the control panel, feeling very vaguely aware that maybe he shouldn’t have said that, but he was too absorbed in the current crisis to give it much thought. At least everyone shut up and gave him the space to work and he finally managed to get the door open, flooding the room with air. Sheppard’s flashlight immediately highlighted the botanists, lying on the floor, some of them visibly gasping for breath and Rodney’s heart thudded guiltily in his chest at the sight. Carson was the first person into the room, clutching his medical bag, and Rodney watched as the doctor checked over his patients, that familiar worried frown creasing his forehead.
“They’re all alive,” Carson announced. “But we need to get these two back to the infirmary. Dr Howell has bad asthma so she’s struggling and Dr Lucey is pregnant so I want to check her over properly and make sure her baby is okay.” He knelt down beside Dr Howell and held an oxygen mask over her face.
It was strange, Rodney thought to himself as he watched Carson calm the breathless, panicking botanist with a few soothing words, how incredibly patient and gentle the doctor was; he genuinely seemed to care about people. Rodney wondered what they’d say if they knew how bossy the seemingly mild-mannered doctor could be in the bedroom, but it also made him smile to himself. Carson was a glorious, complex enigma, and if there was one thing that fascinated Rodney it was a puzzle. If he’d been able to push Carson around in private the way he did in their working lives then he doubted their relationship would last very long. Carson kept him on his toes – in fact he kept him endlessly off balance – with his unique combination of dominant sex and loving affection, and there had to be something about that which worked for Rodney because he’d never felt happier in his life.
Carson and Sheppard’s team whisked the ailing botanists back to the infirmary while Rodney stayed below, fixing the systems. It took him several hours because he put a failsafe system in place just to be sure the same thing couldn’t happen again, anywhere in the city – they had only got there just in time to save the botanists on this occasion and he couldn’t bear the thought that people might die and all because he wasn’t able to figure out what the problem was. He worked so late that it was nearly three am by the time he got back to their quarters. Carson was already fast asleep, just a thatch of dark hair visible on the pillow, and Rodney smiled at the sight, then quickly undressed and snuggled under the bedclothes beside him. Carson shifted, muttering something, and then he reached out an arm, hooked it around Rodney’s waist, and pulled him close. Usually Rodney knew he’d have laid awake for half the night, worrying about what was wrong with the city, and replaying the moment when they’d found those botanists lying on the floor in the lab endlessly, over and over again in his mind, but Carson’s arm was strangely comforting, and he rested his chin on Rodney’s shoulder and Rodney relaxed immediately and was fast asleep within five minutes.
Rodney woke several hours later and stared at the wall for a moment. The bed felt cold and empty and he gazed sleepily at the clock; it was gone nine – Carson must have left for work. Still half asleep, Rodney tried to get out of bed, but found he couldn’t. Something made a clanging sound whenever he moved, and his arms wouldn’t do what he told them to. He came to with a start as he realized that he was handcuffed to the bed.
“Carson!” he yelled. There was no reply. Rodney sat up, as best he could, and managed to move his bound hands enough to turn on the lamp on the nightstand. He was completely alone in the room and he was attached, by a fairly long piece of thin chain, to the head rail of the bed. Around each of his wrists was a slim, metallic cuff, padded on the inside and comfortable enough but still – completely and irrevocably locked. Rodney tugged on them pointlessly for a few minutes but it was clear that they weren’t going to budge. He looked around the room again and then saw that his radio had been left on the nightstand, within easy reach. He picked it up, snapped it over his ear, and opened a channel.
“CARSON!” he roared.
“Morning, Rodney,” his lover’s insanely cheerful voice replied in his ear. “You’re awake then?”
“Yes, I’m awake – I’m also tied to the bed!” Rodney complained.
“Ah yes – you looked so peaceful when I got up, and you got in so late that I didn’t want to wake you.”
“Well that’s very kind of you but it doesn’t explain why I am CHAINED up!” Rodney growled.
“Ah yes, sorry about that,” Carson said, although he didn’t sound remotely apologetic to Rodney. “I wanted to get to the infirmary early to check on my patients and I didn’t want you waking up and leaving before I got back,” he explained.
“You could have…oh I don’t know…left me a note, maybe?” Rodney suggested sardonically.
“No way of knowing if you’d have taken any notice of it,” Carson said, still sounding ridiculously cheerful but then he wasn’t the one chained to the bed right now. “And I really didn’t want you going anywhere.”
“Why?” Rodney demanded. “What the hell can be so important that you had to chain me up?”
“We have something to take care of,” Carson told him mysteriously. “And I did leave you the radio so you could call me.”
“I AM calling you and I’m telling you that I am now awake and I’d really like NOT to be handcuffed to the bed.”
“I’ll be back in about half an hour.”
“Half an hour!” Rodney protested. “Supposing I want to use the bathroom?”
“Do you?”
“Well, no…but….”
“Then that’s okay. If you don’t want to wait then I’m sure you could radio someone else to come and release you,” Carson suggested, and Rodney detected a definite note of amusement in his voice. “Colonel Sheppard maybe? Or Zelenka? Might be a bit tricky explaining to them why you’re tied up naked in my bed but I’ll leave that problem up to you.”
“Carson! CARSON?” Rodney yelled, but the radio had gone dead. Rodney threw it back down on the nightstand angrily because there was no way in hell he was going to radio anyone else to get him out of this embarrassing predicament so he’d just have to wait until Carson got back. And what had he meant about them having something to take care of? Maybe he was referring to their morning love making session…Rodney’s cock stirred at the thought of that, although he didn’t think it justified Carson tying him up and leaving him here. Rodney slammed his head back down on the pillow and considered jerking himself off just to spite Carson, but unfortunately, although the chains had plenty of give in them, they didn’t quite stretch *that* far, and Rodney gave up with a resigned growl and closed his eyes, settling in for an enforced doze.
Carson was true to his word and returned exactly thirty minutes later. Rodney opened one eye and glared at him balefully.
“We need to talk about this relationship,” he said.
“If you like,” Carson smiled pleasantly. “That’ll have to be after I spank you though.”
“What?!” Rodney sat up so fast that he nearly passed out. “Spank me? Why?”
“I told you what would happen if you referred to my work as voodoo one more time,” Carson told him, sitting on the bed beside him. “I don’t believe I left you in any doubt at all that I’d spank you, did I? Now, I know you were under a lot of pressure yesterday, love, and I know you were worried about those poor people, but still, the rules are the rules and you knew what they were so I’ll not accept any excuses.”
“You are NOT going to spank me!” Rodney protested, wondering why his cock was starting to harden beneath the sheets.
“Of course I am,” Carson told him, smiling at him. “I always keep my word, Rodney. I know you wouldn’t like it any other way.”
“What makes you think that?” Rodney pulled on the chains helplessly, eyeing the doctor nervously.
“Because I know you, love,” Carson told him calmly, with an affectionate smile. “Now…have you ever been spanked before?”
“No,” Rodney told him firmly. “Definitely not.”
“Ah – a spanking virgin,” Carson grinned. “Well, I won’t go easy on you because this is a lesson you need to learn, but I will take very good care of you, love, and if you’re good we’ll do something special this evening.”
“And if I’m not good?” Rodney asked, wanting to be very clear on what was on offer here, and if there was any way out.
“Well, then I’ll have to spank you again this evening I expect,” Carson told him. “Now – are you ready?”
“No,” Rodney muttered petulantly. Carson smiled at him again, then leaned forward, took his head between his hands, and bestowed a loving kiss on his lips. Rodney moaned and leaned in to meet him, wishing he could resist, but Carson’s kisses always made him feel giddy and happy and he didn’t have the strength to pull away. After kissing him for a good, long time, Carson finally released him, then fished a key out of his pocket and undid the cuffs. Rodney pulled his hands away resentfully, massaging his wrists, not because they hurt, because they didn’t, but just to make Carson feel guilty – which didn’t work at all. Carson just grinned at him and got up, then pulled the bedclothes back, letting in a cold draft.
“Up you get, Rodney – and over my knee,” Carson said, sitting down on the side of the bed again and pointing at his lap. Rodney considered it for a moment, running through a list of options in his head. He could get up and leave – although Carson was freakishly strong and might just pinion him to the wall again. Or he could try and reason with his lover, although he had to admit that hadn’t worked very well so far. Or he could…he could throw himself willingly over Carson’s knee and take the spanking – and his cock did seem to be curious about how that might work out, even if Rodney himself thought it was very unlikely it would be a pleasurable event. “Now, Rodney,” Carson ordered firmly, rolling up the sleeves on his white coat in a threatening kind of way. Rodney glared at him. The truth was that he got an odd little thrill whenever Carson ordered him to do things, and he didn’t want Carson to stop ordering him to do things, so, finally, with a huge, dramatic, heartfelt sigh, he slid off the bed, and then, rolling his eyes at Carson so his lover knew that he was doing this under sufferance, Rodney arranged himself over Carson’s knees. It felt stupid, and awkward, and he was suddenly vividly aware of the fact that Carson was fully dressed and he was butt naked. Carson opened his thighs and rearranged Rodney between them, until he was finally in a position that satisfied him, and then he ran his hand lovingly over Rodney’s exposed, upturned bottom. Rodney felt his cock harden in response to the caress, and then Carson closed his legs around it, trapping his penis between them, which only made it harden even more as Carson’s pants rubbed against it.
“Mmm. This arse was made to be spanked,” Carson commented. Rodney snorted, but not too loudly because he was in a vulnerable position right now, and also, that comment kind of turned him on, which shouldn’t be the case, damnit, but was. Carson continued to stroke him for awhile, and Rodney finally started to relax, and then, without warning, Carson delivered a hard slap to his bottom.
“Ow!” Rodney complained.
“Och – that was nothing. I’m just warming up,” Carson chuckled.
“Was that supposed to be reassuring? And anyway, how come you are so nice and kind and gentle with your patients and so mean to me?” Rodney asked.
“I’m not mean to you, Rodney, I’m just firm with you,” Carson said, peppering Rodney’s upturned bottom with several warming spanks. It didn’t really hurt that much – in fact it felt quite nice once he got used to the sensation, and he liked the heat that started to spread from his buttocks to his groin. Rodney relaxed again and started rocking ever so slightly between Carson’s thighs, stimulating his cock with the motion. He was just getting into a nice rhythm when suddenly everything changed. Carson’s hand slapped down in earnest now, delivering several very hard spanks in succession, and now it wasn’t just warming, now it actually hurt, and Rodney began wriggling. Carson placed an arm around his waist, immobilizing him, and then went back to the task at hand, delivering several more extremely hard spanks.
“Oh shit….” Rodney gasped, suddenly appreciating Carson’s comment from a few days previously about having a very hard hand. “Owww….”
“Stay still, Rodney,” Carson ordered, tightening his grip on him.
“It hurts!” Rodney protested.
“It’s a punishment, Rodney – it’s supposed to hurt,” Carson told him. “Another time I’ll give you a nice, gentle, erotic spanking that’ll have you coming in no time at all, and then you’ll appreciate the difference, but for now, well, I told you the rules and you broke them so there has to be consequences.”
Rodney squirmed as Carson’s hand continued to rain down spanks upon his upturned bottom. It *did* hurt, but there was also something very delicious about it and he wasn’t sure what it was. Maybe the fact that he was in such a vulnerable, helpless position, or maybe the fact that Carson was following through on what he’d said to him about referring to his work as ‘voodoo’ – there was something about that thought that made Rodney feel…kind of safe. Carson was always true to his word, and always did what he said he’d do, and that was oddly reassuring, even if it did mean he had to take a spanking for it. Or maybe it was the intimacy of the act itself, the warmth of Carson’s strong thighs beneath his body, and the way he was holding him still, and the fact that Rodney trusted Carson to do this – he knew there was nobody else in this galaxy or any other that he’d allow to put him over their knee and spank his bare ass like this. The spanking came to an end, and Rodney heaved a sigh of relief. That hadn’t been too bad.
“That was just the first part, Rodney. I’m not convinced you’ve learned your lesson yet so I’m going to use my slipper now,” Carson told him, in that cheerful tone of voice he saved for when he was at his most dominant. Rodney felt Carson reach on the floor for his tartan slipper, and he braced himself, and then let out a yell of pain as the hard rubber sole made contact with his upturned behind.
“Ow – Carson!” he complained, wondering how that thin-soled item could pack such a wallop. “Owwww!”
“Still not sensing any remorse,” Carson said, and the slipper descended with another hard thwack on Rodney’s ass. Rodney squealed and put his hands back to deflect the next blow, but Carson just gathered them up effortlessly, held them away from Rodney’s bottom, and then delivered several more hard spanks in swift succession. “I do expect you to take your punishments, Rodney,” he said. “If you use your hands like that again then I’ll spank them too after we’re done, but I’d really prefer not to as we need those clever hands of yours to fix the city, and it won’t be nice for you to have to work with sore palms.”
“Carson!” Rodney wailed, a genuine note of protest in his voice. This had gone beyond a hot fantasy now and was actually starting to feel really serious.
“I’m waiting,” Carson said mysteriously, continuing to spank Rodney’s bottom hard. He broke off for a second and delivered a couple of spanks to Rodney’s thighs, just under his buttocks, and Rodney howled but Carson seemed completely unimpressed by his pleas for mercy and resumed spanking his bottom once more, just as hard as before.
“I’m sorry!” Rodney cried at last, certain he couldn’t take any more. “Please! I’m really sorry. I won’t ever, ever, ever call your work voodoo, ever again!”
The pace of the spanks slowed, giving Rodney a chance to get his breath back. His ass cheeks felt as if they might be generating enough heat to power a large area of the city, which might not be a bad thing in their current situation, but Carson didn’t seem to be finished with him yet. He continued to deliver several more slow, hard spanks to Rodney’s upturned ass, and Rodney found himself hanging onto Carson’s legs for dear life, panting and gasping for air.
“Or medicine man!” Rodney added, as the spanking didn’t seem to be coming to an end. “Or witchdoctor! Or anything else that’s derogatory. I promise!” he yelped, as yet another sharp thwack landed on his bottom.
He wasn’t even aware that he was sobbing into Carson’s pants until suddenly the onslaught stopped, and he felt Carson stroking his bottom gently again.
“There, there…ssh…that was lovely, Rodney,” Carson was saying.
“Lovely?” Rodney managed to gasp out, incredulously.
“Oh aye…I knew you’d respond to a good, firm spanking and you did, so well. You struggle and shout but when you finally give in, when you finally give it all up to me…well, it IS lovely, Rodney,” Carson told him softly, in a dreamy voice, still stroking Rodney’s bottom affectionately. He rubbed Rodney’s back with his other hand, murmuring, “ssh love, ssh” all the time, and Rodney realized he was still crying, and felt vaguely embarrassed about it. He took several deep breaths and allowed Carson’s gentle caresses to calm him down, and then Carson was tugging at him to help him up, and the doctor pulled him carefully onto his lap, so that his sore bottom was hanging over the edge of Carson’s thighs, not touching any surfaces. Carson ran a gentle hand over Rodney’s eyes, wiping away the tears, and he was smiling at him all the time, that loving smile that made Rodney feel so good inside.
“That really hurt, Carson,” Rodney muttered, feeling very stupid for crying over a spanking, even though, damnit, his ass really was sore!
“I know, love,” Carson told him sympathetically. “It did you good though, I think. There are so many ways to unwind you, Rodney – it’s nice to know we’ve found another one.”
“I preferred the having hot sex one,” Rodney complained. Carson chuckled and Rodney felt suddenly exhausted and yet completely relaxed. He rested his forehead against Carson’s and just sat there, enjoying the way Carson was stroking his back.
“You know, what happened yesterday really wasn’t your fault, love,” Carson told him softly. “You’ve done your best to fix the city – you didn’t know those people would get trapped without air like that.”
Rodney hung there, feeling as if his entire soul was on display, leaving him just as exposed and vulnerable as he had been a few minutes ago, ass upturned over Carson’s knee. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut, slid his arms around Carson’s body and held on tight, and Carson hugged him close and held him there for a long time, just cuddling him.
After several long minutes, Carson shifted, and his hands went to Rodney’s hot bottom.
“You know…” he murmured, “I find a freshly spanked arse very sexy, love.” Rodney looked at him, feeling his cock respond to the tone of Carson’s voice. Carson reached out and retrieved the lube from the nightstand, and then rearranged Rodney on his lap so that he was straddling him, facing him. Carson opened his fly and his big cock sprang out immediately, hard and pulsing. Carson slicked it with lube and then smiled at Rodney.
“I want you to ride me, love,” he said. Rodney swallowed hard. “That way I can hold these beautiful hot buttocks of yours, and suck at your nipples at the same time,” Carson said, in a throaty, sexy kind of voice that made Rodney’s cock leap in anticipation. He wasn’t sure about riding Carson though – it was one thing to be fucked from behind with Carson doing all the work, and another thing to slide down on something that big and hard.
“Come on, Rodney, I’ll guide you,” Carson said encouragingly, and he took firm hold of Rodney’s hips and pulled him into place over his cock. Then he slid his palms under Rodney’s burning buttocks, taking them in his hands and Rodney gave a little whimper of pain. However, now that the spanking was over his body seemed to be flooded with endorphins and he felt as if he was floating, high as a kite, and the touch of Carson’s fingers on his newly spanked ass enflamed his arousal, making his cock stand to attention. Carson parted Rodney’s buttocks, and guided him down onto his lubed cock, and he rocked Rodney’s hips up and down on top of him, just nudging his entrance gently, stretching it. Then, finally, he took a firmer hold on Rodney’s hips and pulled him down more forcefully, and, much to Rodney’s surprise, his ass easily opened to take the large intruder. He found himself sinking down on Carson’s beautiful cock, all the way, and ended up sitting in Carson’s lap, with all Carson’s length deep inside him.
“Oh god!” Rodney cried, because this felt amazing, and Carson grinned at him, and moved his head forward to suck on Rodney’s nipples. The dual sensation of Carson’s thick cock completely rammed to the hilt in his ass, and Carson’s mouth on his nipples made Rodney’s penis spasm with need, and Carson took hold of it and slid his hand along it.
“Ride me, love,” he ordered, pushing up with his hips, and Rodney did as told, rising up and down on Carson’s cock, loving the way it felt inside him, claiming him and filling him completely. Carson rubbed Rodney’s cock in time to Rodney’s movements up and down, and Rodney felt as if he was floating away on a wave of pleasure. He felt high from the spanking, lost in the fantastic sensations of his own body as he rocked up and down on Carson’s lap, and then everything seemed to be enveloped in a blinding white light and Rodney threw back his head and howled out his orgasm as he came, over and over again. He felt Carson convulsing against him at the same time, and then Carson’s hands slid around his body holding him as Rodney collapsed in a heap of befuddled exhaustion against Carson’s shoulder.
They sat there for a long time, and Rodney was aware of Carson’s cock still lodged deep inside his body, and of the heat in his spanked ass, and he felt boneless, sated and very, very happy. If post-spanking sex was always going to be *this* good then Rodney thought he might very well have to ask Carson to spank him more often – although perhaps without the slipper. Finally, Carson helped him off his lap and they took a shower together and afterwards Rodney examined his glowing pink ass in the mirror.
“Beautiful,” Carson commented, pausing to fondle it as he passed. Rodney rolled his eyes but he had to admit he did like the way his warm ass looked, even if he was pretty sure he wouldn’t feel like sitting down any time soon. Carson was waiting for him by the door by the time he was shaved and dressed and ready to leave – and he stopped Rodney on the way out for one last kiss and pressed the tube of lube into his hand as well.
“Remember to keep yourself lubed for me, Rodney,” he said, one hand sliding around to stroke Rodney’s ass through his pants. “Never know when I might want to take you.”
“Mmm,” Rodney said happily, leaning into another kiss and pocketing the lube.
“And I want you home by seven this evening, Rodney,” Carson added. “You were very good during your spanking and I believe I promised you something special.”
Rodney spent the entire day alternating between whistling and humming. He fixed every single glitch the city threw at him in record time, and was nice to everybody on his staff, even when Zelenka cut through a power coupling that meant he had to spend two hours lying on his back under a console, his sore ass resting on the extremely hard floor.
He remembered what Carson had said, and rushed out of his lab at five to seven and ran all the way to their quarters. He paused outside the door, his entire body tingling as he wondered what Caron’s ‘something special’ entailed, and then opened it and stepped…into a darkened room.
“Carson?” Rodney looked around, forlornly, squinting in the darkness, but his lover was nowhere to be seen. He tried to turn on the light but nothing happened; Rodney sighed – looked like yet another technical glitch. He was just about to open the control panel and take it apart to find the problem when suddenly he was seized from behind, and pushed bodily against the wall. A solid body kept him pressed there, while a pair of hands slid around his waist and undid his pants.
“Carson?” Rodney whispered.
“Stay quiet for me, Rodney,” his lover replied, in a deep, throaty voice. Those firm hands pushed his pants and boxers briskly down his thighs, and then his legs were kicked further apart and he was pinned even more forcefully against the wall. “I’m going to take you, Rodney – but I don’t want you to come,” Carson told him. “If you come, I’ll punish you.” Rodney was about to protest about the unfairness of that when Carson kissed his neck from behind, sending shockwaves of excitement coursing through his veins. “Trust me,” Carson whispered, and Rodney had to admit that Carson seemed to pretty much know what he was doing where having sex with Rodney was concerned, so he nodded. “Good lad,” Carson said, and he took hold of Rodney’s hands and placed them against the wall, covering them with his own. He kissed Rodney’s neck again, and Rodney shivered, moaning with excitement. This was so hot, being pinned here like this, his pants around his ankles, his bare ass exposed, with Carson’s weight pressing him against the wall and Rodney surrendered to it eagerly. He had done as he was told, and kept himself lubed – which was a good thing as it turned out because next thing he knew Carson had seized his buttocks in his hands, making Rodney whimper because they were still very sensitive after his morning spanking, and then he pulled them apart, and next thing he knew Rodney felt Carson’s hard cock ramming in all the way home, in one quick movement that made his eyes water.
“Oh god!” Rodney cried, scrabbling on the wall for purchase with his fingers, his body trying to adjust to the sudden intrusion. Carson held his hips and began pounding into him, and Rodney found himself panting from the force of each inward thrust. Carson had never taken him like this before, with such force and power, and it was intoxicating and thrilling and sort of raw and basic too. It made Rodney’s cock throb with longing but Carson didn’t touch his cock and that just made it throb even more, sending lightening flashes along Rodney’s nerve endings. Carson thrust into him hard and fast, and then Rodney felt him convulse and sensed his warm come flooding deep within him. Carson rested his head against Rodney’s back for a long time while he calmed down from his orgasm, and then he withdrew, turned Rodney around, pushed his shoulders back against the wall, and kissed him deeply and passionately. Rodney clung to him, helplessly, loving how dominant Carson was being. When Carson finished kissing him, he ordered Rodney to remove his clothes, and then he took hold of his hand and led him over to the bed.
“Come here, love,” Carson told him, drawing him down on top of him. Carson was already completely naked, and he opened his thighs and pulled Rodney between them. “I want you to make love to me, Rodney,” he said, caressing Rodney’s back with his hands. “That’s why I didn’t want you coming before – I want you to come inside me.”
“Inside you?” Rodney wasn’t sure why, but somehow it had never occurred to him that Carson would ever want him to fuck him.
“Aye…I want to feel you moving inside me, love,” Carson said, and Rodney’s already hard cock pulsed at the suggestion, and suddenly Rodney longed to know what it would feel like to be tight inside Carson’s warm body. He dipped his head and kissed Carson passionately on the mouth, rubbing his hard cock against Carson’s thighs as he did so. “I’m all lubed and ready, love,” Carson told him, when the kiss finished. He reached down and guided Rodney’s cock between his open thighs, and Rodney parted his buttocks and pushed his cock against Carson’s entrance. Then he paused, and looked down on Carson, and the doctor gazed back up at him with an expression of total trust on his face. It was such a beautiful sight that Rodney couldn’t stop himself going down for another kiss, before inching his body forwards, and sliding into Carson’s anus. It felt amazing – Carson was slick and hot and so tight around his cock that Rodney gasped out loud. He pushed in, all the way, and then just paused, savouring all that heat and amazed by how good it felt. Carson was gazing up at him lovingly, and his hands were stroking Rodney’s back. Rodney moved his hips back and began thrusting, just little thrusts at first until he found his pace, but he wanted to find Carson’s sweet spot, the way Carson had so unerringly found his, and he shifted slightly and then pushed back in with more force and Carson gave a little cry of pleasure and rose up beneath him so Rodney guessed he’d found it. They never broke eye contact as Rodney slid in and out, faster and faster, loving the feel of Carson’s solid body beneath his own, and the expression of love in Carson’s eyes. Then Rodney was coming and he cried out, joyfully, and then sank back down on Carson’s chest. Carson wrapped his arms around him and kissed his hair. “That was good…that was so good, love,” he murmured. It had been good for Rodney too, and he lay there, completely blissed out, his entire body still thrumming with pleasure.
After a little while, Carson gently disengaged and handed him his bathrobe, and then he went over to the table, and next thing Rodney knew, three candles were flickering, revealing that the table was laid ready for a meal. He was suddenly reminded of what Carson had said a few days previously about being a romantic. This whole evening had been romantic, in a peculiarly Carson kind of way. Nobody had ever made such an effort for Rodney before, or done anything like *this* for him before, and he sat on the edge of the bed, swallowing down a lump in his throat, overcome.
“Hey,” Carson said, coming to kneel down in front of him, and resting his hands on Rodney’s thighs. “I just wanted to make it special for us,” he said. “We’ve both been so busy since this thing between us began – it felt like we were running ahead of ourselves a little. I wanted some time to eat and talk and just be together as a couple.”
Rodney nodded, too fast, feeling unable to reply in case he said something too sappy. Carson stroked Rodney’s thighs gently with his hands. “I know you’re not used to people loving you, Rodney, but you’re going to have to become used to it because it’s a fact of your life from now on,” he said firmly. Then he leaned forward and kissed Rodney tenderly on the mouth. “Now come on, love – let’s sit up at the table,” he urged afterwards, getting to his feet. Rodney followed him and they sat down together. Carson opened a bottle of wine and served up some salad and Rodney gazed at him, lost in his own emotions. This wasn’t what he had thought it was going to be when it first began. Carson had been taking him by surprise since the very beginning and Rodney was glad about that because he suspected that if Carson had left it up to him, then they’d still be blowing each other in the infirmary or jerking off in the transporters. Carson had given him so much more than that, and he’d never had anyone make him feel so special before.
Carson started talking – about his upbringing in Scotland mainly, and about his mum. Rodney already knew quite a bit about his friend, but Carson was telling him different things now, more intimate things – about how his father had died when he was a child, and how his mum had brought him up alone, and how much he loved and missed her. Rodney found himself opening up in return, telling Carson about his lousy childhood and how his parents were at each other’s throats the entire time, to the point of neglecting their two kids.
“I’ll take you back to meet my mum one day,” Carson promised. “She’d love you.”
“Really? Why?” Rodney wrinkled up his forehead, wondering why any mother would find him good enough for their only son, let alone someone like Carson’s mother who clearly doted on him. He knew that he lacked social graces, and often said the wrong thing, and that people found him irritating.
“Because *I* do,” Carson told him firmly. “And she likes smart people – she’s a sharp lady and hates anyone who tries to bullshit her. She never took any nonsense from me when I was a kid, I can tell you.”
“Hmm, so that’s where you learned all that bossy stuff from,” Rodney commented, with a sly grin.
“Aye,” Carson chuckled. “I expect it is.”
“I’d offer to introduce you to Jeannie, but, well, I really have no idea how that’d go,” Rodney said glumly. “With our parents being the way they were, she and I were thrown together a lot. Then when mom and dad died, well, I tried to be a good big brother, but…” He sighed and shrugged.
“I’m sure you took good care of her, love,” Carson told him. “It can’t have been easy – you were just a lad yourself.”
Then finished their meal and sat there, nursing cups of coffee, and then Carson cleared his throat.
“Rodney…now, I know you don’t like it when anyone makes suggestions about the problems we’ve been having with the city, and I know you think I’m not qualified to be much help…but…I’ve been thinking,” he said.
Rodney thought about it for a moment and then shrugged. “Carson, I’ve been working on this damn city for weeks and it still keeps shutting down, exploding in my face, or just taking itself offline whenever it feels like it so by all means go ahead. I’m all out of ideas.”
“Well, I was wondering – does the city have an organic component?” Carson asked, stirring his spoon in his coffee idly.
“What, like, is it alive? No,” Rodney said firmly. “I know that it seems that way because of the way it responds to the gene but no, it’s not alive.”
“Not alive, no, but…now I’m no expert, but aren’t there some elements of the city made of organic components?” Carson murmured.
“Everything’s made of organic components if it comes right down to it, Carson,” Rodney replied.
“I was thinking more of living organic components – it was the lube that gave me the idea,” Carson said. “Aren’t some of the lubricating components of the city organic; I mean, in the sense that they’re a living organism rather than mechanical?”
“Well…kind of,” Rodney said, because that was a gross over-simplification.
“Well, this is a long shot I admit – but is it possible they’re ill?” Carson asked. “I’m a doctor, so that’s where I’m coming from. It’s just it seems to me that the city’s been saying it can’t cope these past few weeks. It wants a rest, and that’s why it keeps keeling over right, left and centre.”
“You mean…you think the city’s caught a cold?” Rodney asked incredulously.
“Something like that,” Carson grinned. Rodney thought about it for a moment. It was far-fetched, but, frankly, it was as good an explanation as any – he’d tried just about everything else so it was worth looking into.
“Let’s see,” he said, getting up. “I’ll take a sample of some of the fluid and bring it to you. You can see if there’s any kind of ‘infection’.”
Carson got up, smiling broadly. “Great. Although…we should probably get dressed first.”
An hour or so later, Rodney found himself pacing restlessly around Carson’s lab while his lover fiddled around with various slides, placing them under his microscope and gazing at them thoughtfully.
“Well?” Rodney asked impatiently, trying to look over Carson’s shoulder.
“Stand back, Rodney,” Carson told him. “I can’t do my job with you breathing down my neck.”
“Oh come on! You’ve been staring at them for hours now!” Rodney complained.
“It’s been about 20 minutes and stand back or I’ll put you in the corner, facing the wall,” Carson told him firmly. Rodney gave a pained sigh but he did stand back because he’d learned by now that Carson was always true to his word.
Carson put another slide under the microscope and examined it and then returned to the first, and then he stood up and turned to Rodney.
“The city needs an aspirin,” he told him solemnly, a grin twitching at the corners of his mouth.
“Oh my god! You were right?!” Rodney grabbed Carson’s shoulders and gave him a big kiss. “But…can you fix it?” he asked, sobering up slightly.
“Aye – I need to run some tests and find the right antibiotic to use – maybe modify one with…” Rodney’s eyes glazed over as Carson spouted some kind of medical tecnobabble that he had no interest in whatsoever. “…but that shouldn’t take more than a few hours and then we can release it into the system and that should do it,” Carson beamed.
They worked through the night, and by the time the occupants of the city started stirring the next morning all the systems were back online and working, if not at full capacity then something approaching it.
“It’s a miracle,” Rodney said, still astounded that it had turned out to be something so simple. “See, I would have thought of that if you hadn’t been distracting me with all the hot sex.”
He thought it was entirely justified that Carson swatted him firmly on the ass as a result of that comment.
Rodney sat by, feeling secretly proud, as Carson explained to the senior staff a couple of hours later what the problem had been and how they’d fixed it.
“So – the city was ill?” Elizabeth said when he’d finished.
“Well, not ill exactly…that’s just the way I tried to describe the problem to Rodney to get him to see what I meant…just there was an infection in an organic part of one of the operating systems.”
“Like a virus?” Sheppard said, with a frown.
“Well, no…more like a bacterial infection,” Carson explained.
“How on earth did the city catch an infection?” Elizabeth wrinkled up her forehead. “And how can we stop it happening again?”
“We think it might have happened during the big storm last year,” Carson said. “A lot of the city’s defences were compromised and it’s possible some kind of spore blew in and has been slowly replicating itself ever since. Rodney and I are going to do a thorough sweep in the next few days to make sure it can’t happen again.”
“Wow.” Elizabeth sat back in her chair, looking impressed.
“Hah – and what is that you’re always saying about Carson and his ‘voodoo’ science, Rodney?” Sheppard asked in a teasing tone. Rodney winced, his ass aching at the very thought.
“I wouldn’t dream of demeaning the doctor’s noble profession by calling it any such thing ever, and I mean *ever* again,” he said stiffly, although he didn’t miss Carson’s hastily repressed wide grin, or the twinkle in his eyes.
“Well done, both of you,” Elizabeth said, with an approving smile.
“Oh I don’t deserve any credit, it was Carson’s idea,” Rodney said quickly, feeling a surge of pride for his extremely smart and sometimes scary boyfriend.
“Och no – it was a joint effort,” Carson said softly, and he shared a smile with Rodney.
They had worked through the night so they wandered back to their quarters, exhausted but feeling very pleased with themselves, got undressed, and flung themselves down on the bed. Carson reached out and pulled Rodney close and they lay there, face to face.
“I’m worn out,” Carson said, kissing Rodney. “Good night, love.” He closed his eyes and nestled down on the pillow.
“Good night, Carson,” Rodney whispered softly. Then he just lay there, gazing at his lover with an expression of wonder on his face that someone this amazing had wanted *him* – and he was very grateful for Carson’s sexually dominant nature because Rodney knew that if Carson hadn’t made that first, extremely forceful move on him, he’d never have made a move himself. Carson was still an enigma to him – so gentle and caring with his patients, so unassuming and sweet-natured generally, and so incredibly dominant in the bedroom. He was smart, and strong, and handsome, and incredibly sexy, as well as being romantic and very caring. Rodney felt safe with Carson, in a way he’d never felt in his life before, and it made him feel warm inside. He suddenly realized what he was feeling, and stroked a hand gently along the doctor’s thigh.
“Carson, I love you,” he whispered, because Carson had said it to him, many times now, but he’d never said it back. “Just, you know…thought you should know.”
Carson didn’t open his eyes but he pulled Rodney close and held him tight, and Rodney didn’t think it was his imagination that the doctor’s body was trembling ever so slightly against his own.
“I do, Rodney,” he replied. “And I love you too, you silly bugger. Now – get some sleep,” he ordered.
Rodney grinned and pressed a kiss against Carson’s neck, and Carson reached down and squeezed Rodney’s butt and then Rodney closed his eyes and went to sleep because he had learned that when Carson gave an order, it really was wisest to obey.
The End
