Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, school's out (1/2)
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, school's out
part of my Ventura Highway 'verse but you really don't need to have read that to enjoy this.
It's two in the morning by the time Rodney gets all his final grades loaded into the university's course management system. "I swear to God," he says, scowling, "I am going to spend at least part of my vacation designing a whole new system; the one we have now sucks."
"I'm going to take your computers away from you for a week," John says. Rodney looks terrified and, with his hair all rumpled from where he's been running his hands through it in despair, a little like a rumpled, freaked out chipmunk.
"You can't do that! I have things and...and stuff on there!" His hands rest on the keyboard of his laptop as if to reassure it and John shakes his head.
"Maybe the gaming computer can stay," he says. "There's that new sci fi MMORPG I thought we could try."
"I have an article to write and there's that conference in Boston next spring; I need to work on a paper for that."
John knows this mood, knows that if he lets Rodney keep going, Rodney'll sit at the kitchen table all night, getting more and more frustrated as his thoughts grow more and more elusive. Time to bring out the big guns.
"Let's talk about it in the morning," he says, yawning and stretching enough so that his shirt rides up and his loose pajama pants slide down a little on his hips.
Rodney's eyes go wide and he licks his lips and John thinks he's got him, but no, he shakes his head and turns back to his computer. "Don't try to tempt me with your belly and your...your slinkiness; I have real work to do here."
Leaning against the doorway, John closes his eyes and remembers the last time Rodney blew him. It had been quick and dirty, Rodney returning the favor after John had shown Rodney just how hot he thought Rodney was in what Rodney referred to as "academic drag." It had been good enough blowing him, but seeing Rodney kneeling there in front of him in that black robe had been fucking fantastic in a weird way.
John's getting hard just thinking about it and he runs a hand down the front of his pants, rubbing his cock slowly.
"You...you don't play fair."
Opening his eyes, John sees Rodney staring at him. Rodney licks his lips again.
"Come to bed and you can do whatever you want with it." He slides his hand down and then back up again, making it clear, if it isn't already, what he's talking about. "If you'd rather stay up, I can take care of it myself."
"No no...let me just work on this for a minute and then...."