Summary IT’S NECK PORN!
"Alright, that's it. Get out, now." Rodney was in a real snit. He had been trying to get out of the Lab for hours, but as usual, the harder he tried to leave, the harder circumstances conspired to keep his ass right there. Minor crises that would never happen on a regular day seemed to wait until John scheduled a day off to occur.
"Rodney, what's wrong? I'm just sitting here quietly like you asked me to." John replied, confused by Rodney's change in attitude.
"Mm hmm?" Rodney's eyes were daggers – the kind of daggers with very dull blades – but daggers nonetheless.
"What...? This is like the third time you've asked me to leave. I'm not going until you can go too."
"Why do you schedule days off when you know I have to work?" Rodney asked exasperated, although there was really no heat in his words. "And, then, you have to come down here and hang around, getting in my way." He wasn't really angry with John. He was just frustrated at having to hang around the lab when what he really wanted was to be tangled up in bed with John.
John shot a few daggers of his own. "What's your problem Rodney? I thought you liked me being down here." John quickly countered the look on Rodney's face, "I'm still not leaving, so save your breath. I'll just sit here and be nice and quiet and wait." John was seated in a chair at the lab table opposite Rodney's desk.
Recently, Rodney had moved his desk to one of the back corner of the lab to afford him space away from the main area of the lab and some semblance of peace and quiet.
Rodney looked over at him. Like a five-year old, John began to slowly swivel the chair back and forth.
"But you're not just sitting there," Rodney said waiving his hand around. "You're playing with things on my lab table -- or you're rocking back in your chair -- or leaning up against the wall. And," he added, "you don't have your jacket on."
Rodney began to stack analysis folders, finger the many CD's, and just generally push items around on his desk - anything to keep from looking at John. Because if he looked at John one more time. If he had to look at the long line of that neck one more time. If John moved just so, and that tendon stood out just one more time…
Damn. He couldn't help himself and threw another glance over at John. There he was, sitting there, head tilted back against the wall, eyes closed. Shadow from the day old stubble accentuated the jut of his Adam's apple. He was wearing that shirt, the one he usually wore on days off. It was one of his worn out black tee shirts. So worn, that the sprung collar just sinuated itself around his neck, hanging just low enough to offer a view of the hollow between John's collarbones, where a tiny tuft of silky fine chest hair poked out.
God, Rodney was getting hard – rock hard from looking at John Sheppard's neck.
John slowly lowered his gaze and narrowed his eyes. "What the hell does my jacket have to do with anything?" he asked.
Rodney looked away and began shuffling things on his desk again.
"If you had your jacket on, it would at least help cover..." Rodney snapped, then stopped just in time.
"Cover what?" John asked. He couldn't help his smug smile. He flustered Rodney. He knew it and he liked it.
Rodney was silent.
John rose from his chair and leaned over Rodney's desk, bracing himself on outstretched arms. The loose collar of his tee shirt drooped forward – filling Rodney's eyes with more silky, black hair that swirled over taut pectoral muscles. John's stance strained that muscle on the right side of his neck, making it pop out. Rodney could almost feel his lips cover that muscle -- could almost feel John's pulse from the artery nearby under his tongue.
"Cover what... Rodney?" The timbre of John's voice changed as the name practically dripped off John's tongue.
Rodney looked up at John. John's eyes were dark, the irises almost fully eclipsed.
The last thing Rodney wanted was to give John more taunt-worthy ammunition. The last time it had happened, John had flourished his hands and fingers at every opportunity, most of the time in full view of
"C'mon, Rodney..." he prodded.
That was it. John was going to make him say it. He'd just stand there until he did, and Rodney knew it.
"Your neck. Okay? Your jacket would at least help cover up your goddamned sexy neck." Rodney crossed his arms and dropped his eyes, but he couldn't hide the tiny smile that tugged up one corner of his mouth. "I hope you're happy now," Rodney said, his chin rising slightly.
"Look at me, Rodney," John said, his voice still low.
Hesitating at first, Rodney slowly looked back up to John. John wore a smile so big, it lit up his face and made his nose and eyes and ears all smile too.
"You think my neck is sexy?" John asked around that smile.
"Yes," Rodney sighed, "I mean just look at it, it's all skin and stubble, and tendons and Adam's apple and -- god, I sound like such a dork." Rodney's head dropped into his open hands.
John softened. "Is that what's been bothering you all day... my neck?" he asked rounding Rodney's desk.
"Yes, it's very distracting." Rodney said matter-of-factly.
Rodney stood, took John's hand and placed it over his very hard cock. John groaned.
"Oh, yeah?" John whispered, "I think I'm distracted too. Wanna check it out?"
Smiling, Rodney fingered the hard bulge in John's jeans. He could feel the heat even through the thick denim. Rodney squeezed, and was rewarded with another soft moan.
"Huh, what do you know?" Rodney said nuzzling against John's neck, "we're both distracted." Rodney opened his mouth against the heat of John's bare skin, dragging his lips over the prickly surface.
John was past the point of wanting to fluster Rodney. John was turned on. Nobody had ever gotten under his skin the way Rodney did. Suddenly, he remembered where they were.
"Jeez Rodney, wait--" John said, pulling back and looking around. "We're in the lab for god's sakes."
"We're the only ones here except for Shovenhazy," Rodney said, unconcerned.
Dr. Shovenhazy was bent over his computer at the front of the lab, near the main door.
"Have you ever seen those glasses he wears?" Rodney asked, "I'd be surprised if he can see past the end of his own desk."
"And is he deaf as well?" John asked – a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
"When he's working on a project, he's oblivious. We can be quiet. Come on, I just need--"
Rodney broke off and pulled John behind a steel shelf near his desk. It was loaded down with books, journals, printouts and whatever other junk Rodney found to pile on, but it made for good cover. He spun John around and nudged him up against the wall.
"We'll be able to hear if anyone comes in." Rodney said before licking a long stripe from the hollow of John's neck up and over to nibble his earlobe.
Rodney's hot breath and the pulling sensation of Rodney sucking his skin, conspired to shove John past the point of reason. When Rodney ground himself against John's cock, John knew he wouldn't care if Shovenhazy himself came over to watch. He was only aware of the wet slide of Rodney's tongue and the throbbing between his legs.
"Tilt your head back for me," Rodney purred into John's ear.
Obeying, he offered that expanse of flesh to Rodney's probing mouth. First to the flat of Rodney's tongue, next to the sharp, playful nipping, and then the suction as Rodney drew the skin taut between his teeth.
John groaned as Rodney's teeth lightly scraped across his Adam's apple. Rodney nipped his way down over that tendonous muscle and across John's collar bone. He licked his way from there to the arc where John's shoulder and neck joined. Once there, Rodney fastened tight to that spot. He loved the feel of John's skin there, softness over the hard muscle underneath; the heat radiating from within.
Rodney thought of how it would feel to sink his teeth into that soft, pliable arc. To feel his teeth breach the skin -- if only slightly -- to mark John. Suddenly, he was obsessed with it. He fought the urge. He twisted the skin back and forth between his teeth. Wanting to. Fighting it. Finally he did the only thing he could -- he bit.
"Ow! Rodney... Jesus," John exclaimed, but his tone was more lustful than outraged. Grabbing Rodney's ass, he pulled Rodney hard against him. Rodney welcomed the friction against his cock.
Immediately, Rodney soothed the spot with his tongue.
"Hurt?" Rodney asked, his voice a whisper.
"Mmmm." John turned his head, searching out the mouth giving him so much pleasure. Their kiss was wet and sloppy - tongue sliding against tongue – both moaning softly into each other. Hips rocked one against the other slowly, until they reached a symbiotic rhythm that left them both breathless.
"Christ, Rodney," John gasped as he drew back, "if you don't touch me right now, I'm gonna fucking explode."
Without a word, Rodney undid the top button of John's jeans and snaked his hand down to the hot, hard cock waiting there. John immediately began to thrust into Rodney's big hand.
"Damn, Rodney," John said making a feeble attempt to push Rodney away, "--we're not, we can't do this."
Rodney shifted his weight, loosely pinning John against the wall. Tightening his grip on John's cock, he continued to rub his own erection against John's hip.
"Why not?" Rodney asked, drawing a line with his tongue around the outside of John's ear.
"Because – because, we can't," John gasped.
"Because it's -- dangerous?" Rodney whispered. He grabbed John's ass and pressed himself harder into John. "Because we could get -- caught?" Rodney punctuated each question with a thrust of his hips. "Isn't that what makes it so -- good?"
"Come on, John, you're so close... do you really want me to stop?"
Rodney's words were like fire through John. He groaned and thrust harder. The release of pre-come slicked Rodney's hand - the hot slip-slide of John's cock bringing Rodney closer and closer to coming himself just from the feel of it.
"Oh Jesus, John. I'm gonna come right here--," Rodney panted, "right in my fucking pants." Rodney drew in a mouthful of stubble-covered neck flesh and sucked hard.
John's head slammed back against the wall. "Fuck!"
An instant later, Rodney's hand was covered with thick, warm fluid. John moaned and pumped harder against Rodney's hand. Grinding his cock against John once more, Rodney stiffened. His hips stuttered. John could feel warm breath gust against his ear as Rodney came gasping out his name.
Tense muscles dissolved and one followed the other down as they slid to the floor in a heap. Wiping his hand on the inside of his tee shirt, Rodney leaned over and kissed John. A soft, tender kiss to contrast the frenzied sex they'd just had.
"Damn, Rodney... all of that because of my neck?"
"Yeah," Rodney sighed, fingering the spot he had bitten earlier, "sorry – about that."
"You know you shouldn't have told me about the neck thing... right?" John asked after a bit.
Yes, Rodney thought, he was definitely going to pay for that, but damn... it was sure going to be worth it.
The Pretty was gakked from aesc and my inspiration for the fic.