anyanka_eg | Fic: Intolerable

Title: Intolerable
Author: Anyanka_eg
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: McShep
Warnings: Toys...oh yes!
Summary: John had never thought of Rodney as cruel before.

I've had the first part of this hanging around for ages and with my recent compulsion for writing kink I finally decided to finish it. Except I'm amost certain it's not finished. Do you want more?
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John had never thought of Rodney as cruel before. Brash, yes. Rude, certainly. Intolerant, oh god yes. But cruel? No, not Rodney. He shouted at people by default, sometimes when it wasn't their fault, but usually it was because they really were being morons. As John took another tentative step, his knees nearly buckling and his eyes trying to roll back in his head, he thought that maybe he needed to reassess his opinion of the scientist.

It had all started as such a normal evening. They’d watched a movie, well started watching it, but somehow he never managed to see a film to the end these days, if it was just the two of them. The titles had barely finished before there were questing fingers and nuzzling lips distracting him from the laptop.

By the time his t-shirt was off he couldn’t even remember what the movie was.

They’d both been naked before Rodney had mentioned doing anything out of the ordinary and John would have agreed to anything just to keep Rodney’s mouth where it was. Now, as John managed to take a step that he thought looked almost normal despite his body’s urge to just sink to the floor, he acknowledged that Rodney had played his hand perfectly.

“I’ve got an idea, something I’ve wanted to try for a while,” the scientist had said, lifting his head from John’s crotch with an obscene popping slurp.

“Ngghh,” John argued, gently encouraging, with uncoordinated hands, that talented mouth back to where it belonged.

Rodney had resisted the pressure and slid up the bed, his hand circling John’s cock and stroking slowly, as he nipped up the tight tendons of John’s neck towards his ear. John arched and twisted, desperate for the release Rodney had almost given him. He was pretty sure he was begging and when Rodney bit his ear and he nearly came anyway.

“You are so hot,” murmured his lover, voice low and damp against his ear. “Do you trust me?”

John had managed a jerky nod, wild-eyed and frantic, and with a quick grin Rodney had let go of his cock and twisted round to reach the bedside table. John had whimpered at the loss of contact and his hand had automatically reached for his dick.

“If you want to come so hard you see stars, you need to keep your hands off yourself,” Rodney sing-songed, not even looking at him. The pathetic mewling noise John had made when he stilled his hand would have embarrassed him if he hadn’t been too busy trying to guess what the scientist had planned for him.

John had always assumed, before they got together, that Rodney would be…well…adequate in bed. He had imagined that the Canadian wouldn’t be that experienced and that his insanely busy brain would make him over think everything too much to truly let go. Well, he was sort of right about the thinking, except Rodney did let go eventually, but only after he’d applied that furious intellect to turning John into a quivering puddle of goo.

It was the best sex of his life.

When the scientist turned back, he had a long string of different sized glass and plastic beads and a tube of lube in his hand. John had managed to breathe ‘oh god’ before he pulled Rodney down into a messy kiss. Rodney had managed to pop the lid of the lube with just his left hand and the first John knew about it was a cool slickness at his entrance before a finger slipped inside with barely any resistance.

Rodney’s tongue was in his mouth, matching the movement of his fingers and John writhed, fucking himself on the two fingers stretching him open. He was dimly aware that he needed to hold off coming until the beads were inside him, but every time Rodney brushed his prostate, bright pleasure flashed through him and he forgot everything except doing it again.

He had gasped when Rodney added a third finger for a few firm strokes and then moaned when his tormentor took them away. The fingers came back briefly and John didn’t even realize Rodney had pushed in the first small bead until he felt the pressure as his lover gently tugged on the cord. The burst of sensation inside his ass and the look of awe struck concentration on Rodney’s face nearly undid John.

“Rodney,” he’d whispered.

“You are…can…god…John,” Rodney stuttered, before he took a deep breath, not looking away from where he was pushing the next, larger bead into John. “Once these are all inside you, I’m going to make you come so hard.”

John had moaned and curled up off the bed as the cool glass bead stretched him wide and then popped heavily through the ring of muscle.

And Rodney had been true to his word, up to a point. He’d slowly pushed every one of the beads inside John’s willing body, occasionally dipping his head to lick at his lover’s weeping cock or nip at his hip. John was too far gone to know how many beads there were, he just panted through the stretch and give as body accepted each new one and fisted his hands into the sheets of the bed as the spheres shifted inside him with each new addition.

“There,” a very satisfied scientist had said finally and John had expected the fun to really begin. Except Rodney had sat back and just looked at him until John had to move to break the tension. His eyes had rolled in his head, his back had arched and he moaned through white hot pleasure as the spheres jostled inside him, nudging against his prostate.

“God, John. You’re beautiful like this,” Rodney had breathed, stroking a hand up his thigh. John’s hips twitched and he was panting with pleasure before he could check his movements, every muscle in his body thrumming with need. He just wanted…something…God, anything because he was going to come apart in a really spectacular way.

And then Rodney had dropped his bombshell.

“I think we need a snack,” he had said, reaching for his pants as he stood.

“Wha…?” John couldn’t wrap his head round something other than ‘orgasm, right the hell now’.

“You’re going to get dressed and we’re going to walk to the mess to get some of those fantastic little buttery cookies that Lopez makes,” he had said, his voice frighteningly calm and a wicked gleam in his too blue eyes. “Come on. Up!”

When he didn’t move, Rodney picked up his ankles and swung his legs round, dropping his feet on the floor. The wave of pleasure had sent John spinning off into a world of bright, bright light and rushing sounds and when he could think again Rodney had got his feet in his boxers and was dragging them up his legs.

Rodney had tugged John upright and while he was still shuddering from the pleasure that rolled through him with every movement, the scientist had pulled the boxers most of the way up. Instead of lifting the waistband over his erection though, he carefully placed it just under the head of John's rock hard cock, trapping the swollen flesh between the tight elastic and his stomach. Rodney smoothed the fabric flat, his thumb brushing the weeping tip of his dick and John hissed at the touch.

“That should make it less obvious you're hard. We wouldn't want to frighten the neighbors would we?” he said, his mouth quirking in a smug smile as he reached for John's pants and t-shirt.

John made it to the door of his quarters before he had to stop and rest, forehead pressing against the cool metal. The beads moved every time he did. It felt like clever fingers massaging his prostate, a never ending slip slide of pressure sending wave after wave of pleasure through his body. He gulped down painful breaths, trembling and sweating like he had a fever. If they met Carson, or any of the medics for that matter, he’d be whisked off to the infirmary so quickly his feet wouldn’t touch the floor. And if anyone tried to touch he might just have an aneurysm.

“John?” Rodney questioned, coming to stand beside him.

“I can’t,” he panted. “Too much.”

“Yes you can. Now take a breath,” his lover reassured him, his hand stroking down John's arm. John nearly convulsed with pleasure at the simple touch and he knew he was going to come in his pants if Rodney touched him again.

“Please. I'll do anything...just don't make me. Please,” John begged, knowing he sounded pathetic.

“John, you're going to do this because I want you to,” Rodney said, turning him round so he faced the scientist. John whimpered and opened his mouth to argue but Rodney just talked over him.

“I want to know that when you're talking to anyone we meet, when we're sat in the mess, when we're passing your men in the corridors, I want to know that the only thing you're thinking of is me. I want to know that all you want to do is to get back to this room as quickly as you can and let me fuck you so hard you can't walk straight.”

John shuddered and leaned into Rodney. His lover always talked in bed and the fact that his voice went straight to his groin nothing new. But this, this was a surprise. Rodney's voice was low and all kinds of possessive and John's cock twitched where it was trapped against his stomach.

Rodney enfolded him in his arms, one hand resting in the center of his back, the other drifting to his ass. John mewled and shuddered as he was gently encouraged to rock his hips. The beads shifted inside him, the waistband of his shorts pressed tightly against the bundle of nerves just under the head of his cock and the fabric of his pants rubbed on the exposed crown. His hands fisted in Rodney's t-shirt and he buried his face in Rodney's neck, sobbing in desperation.

“So, you're going to pull yourself together and we're going to go to the mess. You're going to sit with me while we eat our cookies and then we'll come back here and I'll see what I can do to let you know how much as I appreciate the effort.”

Rodney said all this with a final press of his hand, bringing John's cock tight against his hip and holding him there. John panted through the sensation and his hips stuttered into stillness. The hand not on his ass rubbed soothing circles on his back and John relaxed into his lover's body, knowing he'd do what Rodney asked him to.

Part 2 is here

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