Fic: Intolerable - part 3
Sep. 18th, 2007 10:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Title: Intolerable - part 3
Author: Anyanka_eg
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: McShep
Warnings: Toys...oh yes!
Summary: John had never thought of Rodney as cruel before.
And here's part 3. Again, unbeta-ed so please correct me where I'm wrong.
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Every muscle in John's body spasmed with pleasure, his skin burned ice hot and he was only dimly aware he needed to breathe. He could feel his ass quivering uncontrollably, every tremor creating another and he was lost in a loop of blinding want, wave after wave building at the base of his spine and tightening his balls. He was so close...so close but just...just...god he needed...needed...
It was only when a big, hot hand settled on his stomach, sliding behind his throbbing cock and calming the tremors that he realized that he was sobbing a litany of pleas and curses. He didn't know what he wanted. He wanted the beads out, he wanted to come, he wanted it to never stop, he wanted Rodney inside him, he wanted it to end.
He'd been trembling on the edge of coming since Rodney had stood him by the bed and slowly stripped him, baring his flushed skin, inch by achingly slow inch. He'd kissed and licked his way across every sensitized nerve on John's chest, sucking each nipple, biting up his neck. John was shivering constantly by the time his t-shirt was off, each tiny movement creating an answering ripple of sensation from the beads in his ass but Rodney didn't seem to care.
He'd simply smiled at John's distress and kissed him firmly before dropping to his knees. John's hips had thrust forward at the sight of Rodney's mouth so close to his groin and the answering twist of pleasure had made him throw his head back and cry out. Rodney had gripped his hips, holding him steady as he shook.
“I told you to stand still.”
John had moaned at that. He wanted to convince himself it was the feel of Rodney's fingers in the flesh of his ass, the bruising pressure of his thumbs on his hip bones but he knew it was as much about the low command in his lover's voice.
When he'd gotten himself under control Rodney had taken off his shoes, holding him through the sensations that stretch and flex had caused deep inside him. Then he'd taken his sweet time removing his pants and boxers. He'd licked behind John's knees, nipped his thigh, smoothed his thumbs over hairy shins. John had been begging by the time he was naked.
His lover had stood up slowly and slid his hand up John's neck to cup his jaw, his thumb brushing over his cheekbone. John leant into the caress, finally managing to trap his breathless pleas behind his lips. Rodney's eyes and smile were soft and John thought he would finally get to come.
Then Rodney pushed him backwards on to the bed.
His world had exploded in pleasure so intense it hurt. His spine arched and then curled up, everything clenched and relaxed. His eyes were wide and unseeing, a soundless scream caught in his throat as he bowed off the bed.
Lying now, panting through the aftershocks, John was almost surprised to find he was still alive. He was definitely shocked to discover he hadn't come. He flexed his hips gently and felt the nudge and roll of the beads, groaning with pleasure and frustration.
“You are really the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”
Rodney's breathless words ghosted past his ear and John turned blindly, seeking his mouth. The kiss was wet and messy, and just a little desperate on both sides. Rodney's hand kept John's hips pushed into the mattress and he was grateful for the control it gave him, even if it wasn't his own. It let him relax into the kiss, licking into Rodney's mouth, feeling the heat of his lover's hand settle into his belly.
He was dimly aware that Rodney was still fully clothed but he didn't care. In fact it made it better. He felt free because he had nothing left to hide any more, not from Rodney and not from himself. He felt like Rodney was displaying him to the world, showing how he'd discovered all these amazing things, how he'd made them work better, how he could do anything to John. He felt like the whole universe could see him spread open, like everybody knew there was nothing inside him, no feeling or thought, that Rodney hadn't put there.
After what felt like forever Rodney dragged his lips away, sighing as though he wanted to stay just where he was, his tongue sliding sweetly into John's mouth all night. Even with the incessant pressure inside his ass John realized he'd have taken that, he have lain there and lost himself in Rodney's kisses, his body totally relaxed under the weight of his lover's hand.
Instead Rodney knelt and leant over the bed to grab the lube, leaving John breathless at the loss of his hand from his stomach. John felt a moan bubble up in his chest at the thought of what Rodney was going to do. In the mess he'd talked about fucking him with the beads in and his cock twitched with anticipation even though he almost feared how it would feel. John's thighs fell open as his lover shuffled between them.
Rodney suddenly grabbed his ankles, pushing his knees towards his chin and nearly folding him in half. John cried out and clenched his ass around the shifting of the beads, sobbing through the convulsive shudders that chased over his body. Rodney slowly let his legs relax and John realized there were a couple of pillows under his ass.
John was still panting through the sensations that the movement brought when Rodney's slicked finger brushed his opening, his other hand settling back onto John's stomach again, anchoring him to the bed. Rodney increased the pressure, his finger almost pushing through the ring of muscle and John moaned as the nerves were stimulated inside and out.
Rodney eased his finger out and then back again, not really pushing in, just holding and releasing the pressure on John's sensitized ass. He did it again and again, and John's fingers twisted in the sheets. He wanted to beg but he couldn't form the words. The finger just kept almost slipping in and then pulling back, stroking him higher and higher towards some end he'd never dreamed of.
Suddenly Rodney shoved his finger inside, pushing into the beads making them jostle and grind hard against John's prostate. His back arched despite Rodney's hand pressing him down, and he groaned, long and loud. As John trembled through the shivers that rippled up his spine and across his stomach, Rodney pushed in a second finger, flicking them back and forth before pulling them out. John keened at the loss, his head rolling on the pillow until he felt a growing pressure on the inside of his ass. He tensed, suddenly afraid of the beads sliding out.
“Shhh...relax,” Rodney murmured, his hand rubbing on John's stomach.
John opened his eyes to find his lover watching him from where he knelt between his thighs. His face was flushed and he seemed to be as blown away by what they were doing as John was. His hand still smoothed slow circles on John's stomach trying to push the sudden tension from his body.
John knew he had to let Rodney take the beads out but he felt like they were the only thing that he knew, the only thing he was sure of in this place he'd let Rodney lead him. He was suddenly terrified of what he might feel when they were gone, frightened of how he might fall away and never be found again.
“John.”
Rodney's was here though. His big hand was holding John down and keeping him close. If he flew away when the beads came out Rodney would find him, he always found him. And then he'd gather all the little bits of him and put him back together so he worked better than before. The tension drained out of his body and Rodney's fingers patted his stomach when he felt John go limp under him.
He saw the muscles in Rodney's arm tense and then felt the pressure mount in his ass, felt the muscles slowly stretching as his lover pulled on the cord. John couldn't gage the size of the bead as Rodney eased it out of him agonizingly slowly. He was panting, his body starting to tense at the stretch when the bead popped through the ring of muscle.
“Oh!” John breathed, feeling the beads still inside shift.
Rodney grinned at him and pulled on the cord, dragging the next bead out of his body. When it was stretching him wide Rodney relaxed the cord and it slipped back inside. John whined but Rodney started pulling again before the sound even died. Rodney twitched the cord, vibrating the bead right in the opening of his body and John howled. Sweat stood out all over his body and all his hair stood on end. His hips tried to flex but Rodney pressed his hand down hard and tugged the bead out.
“Please, oh god, please...I can't...I...please.”
“I know John. I'll give you what you want,” Rodney soothed, already twitching the next bead against the inside of John's ass.
John mewled because he couldn't stand it any more. It was too much, too intense and he needed it to be over. But he was shaking and panting and his body wasn't his any more. Rodney owned every bit of him, every molecule, every atom. He could no more stop what his lover was doing to him than he could stop the planet orbiting the sun.
The bead popped out of him and his sighed, his body quivering uncontrollably under Rodney's hands. He was stuck on the edge of coming and had been for all of eternity. There was no fight in him now. He would let Rodney push his body into orgasm, or not, because he didn't know how to get there himself any more.
Rodney was shifting, moving John's legs and making all the beads jostle inside him. He was arching off the bed, eyes squeezed shut, lost in a haze of blinding pleasure. The hand came back to his stomach and then his cock was engulfed in wet heat.
He screamed, his shoulders curling off the bed. His stomach spasmed, forcing panted wordless noises from his mouth. Rodney took him deeper, right down to the root and John yowled, twisting and writhing because it was too much and not enough and hurt and numb and hot and...Rodney swallowed.
Almost detachedly he felt himself start to come and then Rodney ripped the rest of the beads out of him in a long, never ending blaze of pleasure. His mind shattered with a howl and he was flying off into the bright, bright light that burst around him.
...
...
He drifted back, slowly rising up from the sea of mindless bliss he'd been floating on. There was a hand working his over-sensitized cock and it hurt. He tried to bat it away, to protest at the pain, but his arms were wobbly and uncoordinated and his mouth would only form vowels. He wanted to curl up and sleep but the hand wouldn't stop stroking him, long firm strokes that wouldn't let his erection subside. It just kept on and on and oh god...
Rodney was pushing into him, his big blunt cock, stretching his ass wide and sliding in. John mewled as another orgasm began to build when Rodney's smooth dick nudged at his prostate with every stroke. John had never done this before, stayed hard, because he didn't know his body could. His head rolled on the pillow, confusion and ecstasy warring to push out the bliss that still lingered from his first climax.
The hand on his cock was incessant, dragging sharp spikes of pleasure-pain out of him. His lover's cock was almost soothing after the unevenness of the beads and John felt his body responding like it always did when Rodney was inside him. His rolled his hips, rocking between the hand on his dick and the cock in his ass, moaning as Rodney hit his prostate again and again.
Rodney lent forward, bending John almost in half, and mashed their mouths together in a sloppy kiss. He could feel his lover trembling and suddenly realized that he'd been on the edge as long as John had. He kissed Rodney back with everything he had, everything he couldn't say about how grateful he was, about how he was happier than he ever had been and would give up everything he had for Rodney.
“I'm close, John,” Rodney gasped, breaking the kiss and burying his face in John's neck.
John wrapped his legs around Rodney's waist, urging him on to his completion, his own pleasure totally tied up in his lover's. But Rodney's hand stroked faster and faster, twisting on every upstroke, and John felt his body rushing higher and higher, careening towards something that was flickering just out of his reach.
Rodney's hips lost their rhythm, slamming his cock hard and fast into John. A mewling, hitching, whine built in John's chest, his body tightening against pleasure so bright and sharp that he thought he might not be able to breathe through it. His skin prickled and his muscles clenched and...
“Come for me.”
He flew...
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....
He came back buried under Rodney, his softening cock still in his ass. His lover was a dead weight on his chest, his breathing ragged in his ear. He ached everywhere. He felt like Ronon had chased his all over the city and then beaten the crap out of him. Rodney had been right, he wasn't going to be walking straight for days.
He felt great.