Right where Rodney needed to be, which was exactly where he was—pinned where John could reach everything he wanted to touch. John traced down Rodney’s belly and found one softly rounded hipbone, jutting unexpectedly in an expanse of downy skin. He sucked on the spot right at the tip, drawing in Rodney’s taste and even in the few seconds that had passed since John first gained access to Rodney’s skin, he knew he was supposed to be doing this. John couldn’t imagine not having the taste of Rodney’s skin permeating his senses.

Rodney thrust against him, tickling John’s neck with his cock. John giggled against Rodney’s hip and slid one hand from Rodney’s thigh to push his cock to the side. As he did so, John’s fingers brushed against Rodney’s balls and they were softly hairy, twitching at the contact so John cupped them, letting their warmth settle onto his palm. John pushed his tongue against Rodney’s hipbone again, marveling at how holding Rodney’s balls made him feel. Rodney, genius that he was, was just like John here. Tender and vulnerable, loose skin caressing John’s fingers as he rolled them around and tried not to catch his fingernails on sensitive skin.

John spared a thought for Rodney himself and wondered if Rodney’d been expecting this when John had followed him through the halls and into his quarters. He should have; John certainly did. John had wanted this for so long, ever since Rodney started showing glimpses of himself that weren’t masked by snide remarks and petty sarcasm. Once John had seen that, he was a goner. It didn’t matter what Rodney said or did after that, John could always see what Rodney was trying to hide and he craved it. The brilliance that was brighter and shinier than even Rodney claimed it to be, the warrior spirit he’d deny having.

Right. Rodney’s cock felt right as it weighed down John’s tongue. The taste of it, the way John could feel the tension of blood and skin pulsing and straining. Rodney made it even better by pushing himself deeper so John relaxed his jaw and let it happen, stroking the underside as Rodney shoved himself in.

John was so hard he thought he might come in his pants. Rodney was panting sharply, fingers gentle now—not shouting but rather pleading for John to keep going. Like John was going to stop now, now that he finally had what he wanted. He had Rodney, had him, was taking him in, deep down. It only took the tiniest of hints with John’s fingers to get Rodney to move his thighs apart, giving John room to feel around and stroke. And oh, Rodney liked that a lot, moaning low and hollow like the sound was echoing from his soul. John groaned in sympathy, taking Rodney deeper and circling Rodney’s hole with a finger, pressing upwards to make Rodney groan even more. Rodney’s fingers went back to screaming, digging in hard. John was going to have half-moon bruises from those blunt-looking fingernails, but he didn’t care. The only person who was going to see them was the one making them.

Rodney rocked in again and John leaned forward to meet him and that wordless enthusiasm was gripping John by the balls. He let go of Rodney’s thigh and opened his BDUs, taking his cock in hand. At the same time he pushed in, fucking Rodney with one careful finger. Rodney was tight, tight enough John briefly worried he might hurt him, but then Rodney pushed back and took him deeper.

Then he thrust forward again and Rodney was fucking his mouth. God he was hot, brains and desperation and those fucking sexy moans. John wasn’t going to last, no way, so he took a deep breath and sank forward, taking Rodney all the way in. He stopped there, pushing his nose into dark curls and let everything flow over him; the smell and taste of Rodney taking him over as John’s cock jerked and he came, spilling out over his fingers and onto the floor.

Once John thought he could breathe again he moved back, took a breath and swallowed Rodney again, reaching up to push another, now slick, finger into Rodney and that must’ve been what Rodney needed because there it was, Rodney stilling and coating John’s tongue in come, whimpering those addictive little moans that John just had to hear again.

After a minute John thought they both needed for recovery, he stood up, really crawling up Rodney’s body. He spared a glance at the man, who really was too appealing with his trousers rucked down around his knees and his shirt tucked under his arms. Sweaty, eyes closed and head back, mouth still open and Rodney was even more beautiful than in John’s many, many daydreams. John tucked his face into Rodney’s neck, breathing in the scent of sex and genius. Yeah, this was perfect.

It was perfect and tiring, because today’s mission had been long and dangerous, so John grabbed Rodney’s hand, pulling him away from the wall before making quick work of their clothes. He glanced over at Rodney a few times, but it seemed as though sex made Rodney’s brain do funny things; he looked a bit dazed and a lot spaced. It was cute and attractive and yeah, there wasn’t anything about Rodney John didn’t like but that look was really, really good. He needed to look that way all the time. Every day, twice on Sundays and more on high holy days.

Rodney’s bed wasn’t all that comfortable, but Rodney’s presence more than made up for it. John crawled up to press his mouth to Rodney’s and wondered how long he’d have to wait before Rodney could fuck him.