Fic: Intolerable - part 2
Sep. 18th, 2007 10:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
anyanka_egAuthor: Anyanka_eg
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: McShep
Warnings: Toys...oh yes!
Summary: John had never thought of Rodney as cruel before.
So here's the much begged for part 2...of 3. Don't panic, 3 is written and will be posted momentarily. It's un-beta-ed and written damn quickly (for me) so please , please tell me of anything that needs changing.
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John sagged against the wall of the transporter, his breathing ragged, barely noticing the doors glide close. Rodney chuckled as he selected the mess from the illuminated map. John closed his eyes, grateful that the scientist didn't seem to want to torture him more than was necessary because the walk down the corridor had all but killed him.
He realized he should probably be freaking out now that he was suddenly okay with any level of torture, let alone thinking some might be necessary. He'd always been a vanilla kind of guy, energetic maybe, but definitely vanilla. No one had ever tied him up, no one expected him to do anything except suck or fuck and no one had ever used anything on him other than their fingers, tongue or very rarely their cock. Looking back he realized no one had ever bothered to devote the time or energy to him Rodney had, maybe he hadn't let them.
Every step he'd taken down the corridor had been an agony of pleasure as the beads moved inside him, jostling his prostate and sending shivers up his spine. He felt full, fuller even than when Rodney was inside him, but without the feeling of being stretched open. The weight of the beads pressed down on the inside of his asshole keeping a constant stimulation on nerves he'd never known existed. Rodney had been right, all he could do was try to think of how to get his lover to take him back to the room and fuck him into the middle of next week. Except his brain was too fried with bliss to come up with a plan more complex than humping Rodney's leg right there in the corridor.
He took a breath and peeled his eyes open to find his lover watching him, his eyes dark with lust and a smirk twisting his lips. He supposed Rodney had reason to be just a little smug, after all he had John shivering and shaking exactly where he wanted him. John didn't quite understand why that somewhere was on the way to the mess because he was pretty damn sure that if their roles were reversed he'd have been pounding into McKay back in the room right now.
Rodney closed the gap between them, his face suddenly predatory, and John shuddered. He was so screwed. Rodney reached out and cupped him, his thumb stroking firmly down the line of John's hard cock behind the zipper of his pants, while his fingers curled almost protectively round his balls. John couldn't help pressing into the heat of Rodney's palm. The movement, tiny though it was, made the waistband of his boxers drag at the sensitized head of his dick and the beads skim over his prostate. John groaned and his knees buckled.
Rodney stopped his slide to the floor by stepping in close, pushing John's body hard against the wall of the transporter. He wedged his thigh between John's legs and swallowed the pilot's moan with a messy kiss. Trapped by the wall and Rodney's solid body John allowed himself to let go. His fingers twisted frantically into Rodney's shirt as he licked into his lover's mouth, grinding mindlessly against his hard thigh, whimpering in his desperation for release.
John was so far gone that he didn't even notice the transporter had arrived until Rodney ended the kiss and stilled his hips with bruise hard hands. He moaned when Rodney stepped back, taking away the beautiful pressure from between his legs. Dragging his eyes open he found Rodney watching him, his pupils blown wide and his lips swollen. John knew he probably looked worse.
“Come on,” Rodney murmured, his voice rough and low. “Much as I'd love to see you come to pieces completely, I don't want it to cost you your career.”
John almost said he didn't care, that he just wanted to come. He felt like he was falling, like the only thing tethering him to reality was Rodney, even though he was the one driving John further and further down a path he'd never even known existed, let alone chosen. He could feel the ghost of Rodney's body heat down his front, the beads filled his ass and his cock was still imprisoned where his lover had trapped it. Even without touching him Rodney was playing his body like a maestro.
It took a few moments to coordinate his legs enough to follow Rodney out of the transporter. His lover waited for him in the corridor and when he caught up with him, his breath catching with every step he took, Rodney put a proprietorial hand in the small of his back and steered him into the mess. Not that John really registered where he was. His vision had narrowed to what was right in front of him and all the colors had dimmed. The only sounds in is ears were the pounding of his heart and his own harsh breathing. All he could feel was the heat of Rodney's hand seeping through his t-shirt, harsh tightness around his cock and the shifting fullness in his ass.
“...own fault that you run so hard you do yourself an injury.”
John couldn't understand what Rodney was saying until he saw Sargent Baker behind the mess counter eyeing him with suspicion. A jolt of adrenaline shot through him and he straightened up, trying to look more like the military commander of Atlantis than Rodney's bed slave. He hoped to god he didn't look as wrecked as he felt because not even a beating from Ronon could explain that.
“I was a little annoyed,” John managed, hoping his voice carried the threat he intended. There was nothing like a riled commanding officer to make you suddenly remember all sorts of other places to be.
When Baker began scrubbing the counter, eyes anywhere but on John, he guessed it had. Rodney flashed a grin at his lie and grabbed a plate of cookies and two bottles of water. John was grateful for that because straightening his back had shifted the beads. It felt like a single huge sphere was now pressed hard against his prostate and it was taking all his brain power to just put one foot in front of the other as he followed Rodney to a table at the back of the mess.
Rodney dropped into the chair with his back to the wall, putting the second bottle of water on the table in the place opposite him. John's usual seat was facing the room but he guessed it was probably better no one except Rodney should see his face. Especially because Rodney expected him to sit down and he wasn't exactly sure he wouldn't come when he did.
“Chop chop, Colonel,” Rodney almost shouted, snapping his fingers and John wanted to kill him.
“Jesus Rodney,” he hissed, knowing Baker's eyes were back on him.
“Just sit down and quit whining. It's your own fault you hurt,” he answered loudly. “If you just learned to relax like normal human beings do instead of running or letting aliens beat you to a pulp you wouldn't ache everywhere.”
Rodney's loud ranting masked the groan that escaped John's mouth as he sank slowly into the chair opposite his lover. Everything shifted and he thought the top of his head might blow clear across the mess. The beads slid deeper inside of him, rolling past each other and making him feel even fuller. They pressed insistently at the inside of his asshole making it twitch and he had to shift in his seat, only to shudder and moan at the movement. The waistband of his boxers dug hard into the bundle of nerves under the head of his cock and he whimpered, his eyes rolling in his head. He rocked his hips almost unconsciously, his bottom lip caught between his teeth in an attempt to keep the noises that were bubbling up inside him behind his teeth.
“Stop it,” Rodney ordered, his voice low but firm, pitched for John's ears only.
John stilled his hips and whined, his cock twitching at control in his lover's voice. Somehow Rodney, genius that he was, had worked out something John hadn't known about himself and was using it mercilessly against him. He was staring at John intently, obviously cataloging every reaction of his lover's body and refining his hypothesis of how best to destroy him. The only sign that he was enjoying this at all was a thin sheen of sweat on his upper lip and the urge John felt to lean forward and lick it away was so strong he had to grip the table to still his body.
“Now, isn't this fun?” Rodney finally said, reaching for a cookie, his voice light and a wicked gleam shining in his eyes.
“Hysterical,” John mumbled. Rodney grinned and bit his cookie. He chewed thoughtfully watching John as though he could absorb every sensation that ripped through the pilot's body just from the sight of it. Maybe he could.
“You know, I wish we had some milk to go with these,” he said, stabbing at the air with his cookie to make his point. “Proper fresh cow milk, not that long life garbage we get from Earth or the weird pink stuff from monkey world. You should drink your water. You don't want to get dehydrated.”
John reached for the bottle, his breath catching at the movement, and angrily twisted the top off. Now he'd calmed down a little and the pressure inside his ass was more of a constant throb rather than the white hot blaze when he walked, he was getting frustrated. He wanted to get back to the room and get the damn beads out of him. He wanted Rodney to make him come because this waiting around was getting old. He raised the bottle to his mouth and took a swig.
“Maybe I should fuck you with them still inside.”
John inhaled a mouthful of water at Rodney's murmured suggestion. He coughed and then convulsed with pleasure as the muscles in his ass tightened and ground the beads against his prostate. He sputtered and fought the urge to cough again until his lungs screamed and he had to give in. His head thunked onto the table as he trembled through the waves of intense pleasure that coiled through him even as his lungs burned and his eyes watered.
He felt the table shift and Rodney moved behind him, rubbing his back as though he was a good friend and not the one who was trying to kill him. Bending over, his body blocking the rest of the room, Rodney reached down and pressed his hand into John's groin. His fingers curled round the hard bulge of John's cock and stroked downwards, dragging the fabric of his pants over the sensitive head.
“I wouldn't want you to forget who's in charge here,” he whispered in John's ear. Standing back up he spoke in a louder voice “Really, you're not having a good night are you?”
John didn't raise his head from the table when Rodney resumed his seat. He pressed his overheated cheek against the melamine surface and tried to sniff the moisture out of his eyes. Rodney patted his head awkwardly, slipping back into the persona of the socially inept scientist everyone saw rather than the confident man who'd had those very same fingers inside John's ass only minutes before. Except maybe it was hours, John realized he didn't know any more.
“Maybe I should push a big, hard dildo inside you and you can suck me.”
This time John was half expecting the growled suggestion but he still shivered at the image it conjured in his mind. He didn't know if Rodney had a dildo, he'd never mentioned it before, but they'd never played like this before tonight so maybe his lover had a whole array of toys. That thought sent another shudder of pleasure zinging through him.
“Or perhaps I should leave the beads inside you and let you fuck me.”
John groaned. God he wanted that. He wanted to sink into Rodney's tight ass and lose himself in fucking him. He wanted to watch Rodney come apart like he was, he wanted to let go and come hard inside his lover.
“Of course you'd never last so I'd have to put a nice tight cock ring on you.”
His hips rocked of their own accord and he moaned through the tremors of pleasure that he thought might tear him apart right there in the mess. He knew the front of his pants was soaked with the pre-come that was leaking from his imprisoned cock and thanked god that Rodney had stopped him from tucking his t-shirt in.
“You like that idea?” Rodney enquired, making it sound like he was asking what John wanted for dinner. John didn't know what to say because he wanted to come now, god damn it, and he was terrified his answer might give Rodney more ideas of how to torture him.
“Answer me,” Rodney ordered, his voice was low and hit some reflex in John's brain because he was nodding and opening his mouth to speak before he could stop himself.
“Yes. Anything. Just...please...please...”
John didn't know what he was begging for, he just knew he couldn't stand much more of this torment. He needed to come. He needed Rodney to take him back to the room, strip him, lay him on the bed and do whatever he wanted.
“Sit up John. You need to pull yourself together right now.”
He dragged his head up off the table and panted through the sliding pleasure in his ass as he straightened his spine. He thanked god it was late enough that the dinner rush was over but too early to catch the military shift change. Even the scientists weren't there in their usual numbers so there hadn't been anyone to see him nearly choke to death.
“Colonel?” He jumped at the sound of Lorne's voice next to him. “Baker said you were, and I quote, pissed as hell.”
John took a deep breath, fighting the renewed burst of coughing that it provoked, and turned to face his second in command. The younger man's face was flickering between concern, confusion and amusement.
“Your boss is just being an idiot,” Rodney answered for him. “No more than usual though.”
“And Rodney is just being annoying,” John managed to finally find his voice and, surprisingly, his snark.
Lorne's lips quirked up in a smile and he dropped down into a seat at the next table. John wanted to groan. He knew he couldn't hold it together enough to have a conversation with anyone, let alone his XO who was way too smart for his own good. Rodney reached for the last cookie on the plate and John almost sighed with relief, surely Rodney wouldn't make them stay much longer.
“You finished the report for MX-568?” John said, when he realized Rodney wasn't going to help him out and keep the conversation going. He nearly winced because he never had to chase Lorne for reports, Lorne chased him.
“Nearly,” his XO answered, raising an eyebrow at the question, before digging into his meatloaf.
Jesus, he was so going to get busted if he had to keep this up. He was functioning with nothing more than his lizard brain, all his higher functions were focusing on important things; the slight change in heat against his knees where Rodney's almost touched his, the fullness in his ass, his burning need to slide his hand into his boxers and stroke his cock. Rodney, seeming to realize that John wasn't going to hold it together much longer, stood and grabbed his bottle of water.
“Come on Colonel, those Doctor Who DVDs won't watch themselves.”
Lorne smirked at John, clearly thinking his commanding officer was doing his duty by his team and humoring the scientist. John wanted to tell him that Rodney was going to take him back to his room and fuck his brains out. He wanted to tell him that Rodney was the best lover he'd ever had, that he was so totally in love with him he was walking round with sex toys in his ass. Instead he stood carefully, gritting his teeth through the pleasure, and answered Lorne's concerned eyebrow with the minimum number of words he could find.
“Back strain.”
He followed Rodney out of the mess and into the transporter keeping his gait a little stiff partly because he'd just told his sharp witted XO that he had strained his back but mainly because it seemed to stop his knees trying to buckle with every step he took.
The doors of the transporter glided shut behind him and Rodney slammed him against the wall, his hand sliding under John's t-shirt to rub over the wet patch on the front of his pants.
“You stink of sex,” he growled in John's ear. “All I wanted to do was bend you over Lorne's table and fuck you.”
“Jesus,” John breathed, before his mouth was covered by Rodney's wet lick of a kiss. He pressed himself against his lover, pushing into the hand rubbing over the head of his cock, desperate for more contact.
Rodney tumbled them out of the transporter and all but dragged him down the corridor towards his room. John was panting and shuddering with every step but he didn't care because in a few short strides they were going to be behind closed doors and he was going to get what he wanted.
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Date: 2007-09-18 10:09 pm (UTC)Stupid work!
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Date: 2007-09-19 08:12 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-09-20 01:24 pm (UTC)I think my brain has melted...
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Date: 2007-09-21 05:37 pm (UTC)Intolerable 2
Date: 2007-09-19 12:06 am (UTC)Thank you, thank you, thank you, for posting part 3 so quickly. *beams at you*
Inquiring minds want to know, will there be a part 4? Please say there will. Please. Pretty please? Pretty please with sugar on top? And a cherry! :-)
Wee fixes as requested:
'as he selected the the mess' ... one 'the' too many
'he'd never knew existed' ... 'known'
'Except his brain to too fried' ... 'brain was too'
'pressing into heat of Rodney's palm' ... 'the heat'
'He wedged his leg between John's' ... 'between John's legs'
'he didn't even notice the transporter arriving' ... 'had arrived'
'with bruise hand hands' ... 'with bruisingly hard hands'???
'taking the away the beautiful pressure' ... 'taking away'
'from his between his legs' ... 'from between'
'The only sound in is ears was' ... 'The only sounds in his ears were'
'eying him with suspicion' ... 'eyeing' is the more common spelling I've seen but 'eying' is sometimes used as well
'boxers dug into hard the bundle of nerves' ... 'dug hard into'
'Some how Rodney' ... 'Somehow'
'pressed is hand' ... 'his'
'inept scientist everyone saw rather the confident man' ... 'rather than the'
'and loose himself in fucking him' ... 'lose'
'You finished the report for MX-568,' ... needs a question mark
'his higher functions focusing important things' ... 'focusing on'
'slid his hand into his boxers' ... 'slide'
'over the wet patch that on the front of' ... don't need 'that'
Re: Intolerable 2
Date: 2007-09-19 08:39 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-09-19 12:30 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-09-19 01:26 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-09-19 08:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-09-19 01:51 am (UTC)I love you! I really really love you!
You put LORNE in there!
::loves::
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Date: 2007-09-19 08:42 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-09-19 02:49 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-09-19 08:44 pm (UTC)