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Stargate Atlantis -- Black Red White
Title:Black Red White
Author: gritkitty
Fandon: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 1,000
Notes: Thank you,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shrift and nestra and shanola22, for beta help.
They had sex in the woods so often that all John had to do was put his hand on a tree trunk and he was instantly horny. Since he never let go of his gun until he was sure the planet was safe, rough tree bark under his palm had become a talisman that meant both safety, and sex. It was like touching wood for porny luck. John was a man of hidden superstitions. This time the touch of his hand on the black, fine-grained bark rang him like a Pavlovian bell, making his mouth water. Like always, he swallowed and pasted on a smile.
"It is as I have been told," Teyla said, laying her hand on a slender tree, giving John the sudden image of molding her to the graceful curve of the trunk so her back arched and her breasts swelled over her leather vest. It caught him off-guard. Made him angry at himself that he'd gotten sloppy in his thinking. "The Wraith took everyone in my great-grandmother's time. No one knows why. They were an industrious people who produced many useful things."
"What kind of things?" asked Rodney. "Coffeemakers? Electron microscopes? Toothbrushes? What?"
"They did make toothbrushes," Teyla replied. "And wooden bowls and fish traps and glass bottles and small mills powered by hand-cranks. They traded many woodworking tools, but they were known best for their ingenious toys."
"My grandmother gave me a wind-up kitten," said Ronon. "Used to play with it all the time."
"A kitten?" said Rodney.
"Yeah. A baby feline."
"I know what a kitten is." Rodney glared at him. "I'm just surprised it wasn't something lethal."
"That is all that is left of them," Teyla said. "The good things they made."
"And finger-berries," Ronon added, his eyes gleaming.
Teyla looked pleasantly surprised. "I had forgotten. It is from here that all finger-berry plants came. There are likely many around their villages still."
"You thinking what I'm thinking?"
Ronon and Teyla hunted berries, leaving John and Rodney behind to "scout around," John said. "Never know what else we'll find." When he judged them out of Ronon's hearing, John tugged on Rodney's vest.
"What?"
"Look. Trees."
"And your point?"
John pulled him close enough to kiss the sarcasm off his mouth. "Trees."
Rodney's expression changed, a rapid progression from surprise, comprehension, to hard-eyed lust. "Oh, trees. Why didn't you say so?"
He would have said I just did, but Rodney was kissing him and shoving him back until he thumped into a tree and their teeth clacked together. "Ow!" John touched his mouth. His fingertip was bright red.
"Baby," Rodney mocked. "You like it fast and rough -- you know you do."
"I can get beat up and insulted by Ronon at home. I was looking for something else here."
"I suppose you want me to kiss it all better," Rodney snorted, even as he gently swiped his thumb just under the cut. Sex stripped away what few social graces he had, but John liked him like that -- bluntly arrogant, but also sweetly genuine. He liked the sweet part. Right now he was kind of pissed at the arrogance, mostly because Rodney was right. And Rodney wasn't the one licking the split on his lip.
"Yeah, actually, I do," John said, stopping Rodney with a hand on his chest even as he'd been leaning in. "I don't like it rough every damned time."
"Since every time we've had off-world sex you've come home with mild bruises and a huge grin, evidence would indicate otherwise."
"Consider this the exception to the rule, then," said John, "and slow the hell down."
Rodney eyed him, frowning. "Slow?"
"Slow. Kiss it better."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means be nice to me for a change."
"I'm not nice to you?" Rodney looked stricken. John almost felt bad. He did like it rough; he was messing with Rodney just to be contrary. And because his lip fucking hurt. "I know I can be kind of clueless about other people's needs, but I thought we had a - a groove."
"Rodney," John said, annoyed, "don't ever say groove again. Just shut up and blow me and be nice about it. Okay?"
The thing was, Rodney didn't know he liked to be ordered around, and John loved that about him. Rodney always responded beautifully, whether saving Atlantis from destruction or going to his knees, carefully opening John's belt, like he was doing right now. He'd bitch and moan and drag his feet and finally comply, and that's when his brain -- and sometimes his heart -- would open completely, and you never knew what honest sentiment would come out.
Rodney pulled John's shirt up and slowly kissed his belly, open-mouthed and wet. "Like this?"
John cupped Rodney's head and said softly, "Sh. You're doing great."
Gentle was nice. Rodney drew his closed lips along John's cock and dabbed it with his tongue as he pushed wide, warm circles on John's chest with his palms. He used his thumbs to make smaller circles around the nipples the same moment he took John into his mouth in tiny increments. John gritted his teeth against his hitching breath. Sweat made his shirt stick between his shoulder blades.
Rodney's tongue lapped up the underside of John's dick. He took John in, in, ran his hands down John's sides until his hold firmed on John's hips, and then let John slide into his soft mouth. No friction, no struggle. Soft and gentle.
John's orgasm spilled out of him, like a pitcher overflowing a tall glass. His head fell back, and he breathed open-mouthed at the sky.
"Was that what you wanted?" asked Rodney, smug because he wasn't stupid, but also a little unsure.
"Yeah," he said, surprised. "Actually it was," and then he fell to his knees, opened Rodney's pants, and it was his turn to be nice.
Teyla and Ronon returned an hour later with snow-white finger-berries. They tasted terrible to Earth palates. John and Rodney didn't mind.
Author: gritkitty
Fandon: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 1,000
Notes: Thank you,
shrift and nestra and shanola22, for beta help.They had sex in the woods so often that all John had to do was put his hand on a tree trunk and he was instantly horny. Since he never let go of his gun until he was sure the planet was safe, rough tree bark under his palm had become a talisman that meant both safety, and sex. It was like touching wood for porny luck. John was a man of hidden superstitions. This time the touch of his hand on the black, fine-grained bark rang him like a Pavlovian bell, making his mouth water. Like always, he swallowed and pasted on a smile.
"It is as I have been told," Teyla said, laying her hand on a slender tree, giving John the sudden image of molding her to the graceful curve of the trunk so her back arched and her breasts swelled over her leather vest. It caught him off-guard. Made him angry at himself that he'd gotten sloppy in his thinking. "The Wraith took everyone in my great-grandmother's time. No one knows why. They were an industrious people who produced many useful things."
"What kind of things?" asked Rodney. "Coffeemakers? Electron microscopes? Toothbrushes? What?"
"They did make toothbrushes," Teyla replied. "And wooden bowls and fish traps and glass bottles and small mills powered by hand-cranks. They traded many woodworking tools, but they were known best for their ingenious toys."
"My grandmother gave me a wind-up kitten," said Ronon. "Used to play with it all the time."
"A kitten?" said Rodney.
"Yeah. A baby feline."
"I know what a kitten is." Rodney glared at him. "I'm just surprised it wasn't something lethal."
"That is all that is left of them," Teyla said. "The good things they made."
"And finger-berries," Ronon added, his eyes gleaming.
Teyla looked pleasantly surprised. "I had forgotten. It is from here that all finger-berry plants came. There are likely many around their villages still."
"You thinking what I'm thinking?"
Ronon and Teyla hunted berries, leaving John and Rodney behind to "scout around," John said. "Never know what else we'll find." When he judged them out of Ronon's hearing, John tugged on Rodney's vest.
"What?"
"Look. Trees."
"And your point?"
John pulled him close enough to kiss the sarcasm off his mouth. "Trees."
Rodney's expression changed, a rapid progression from surprise, comprehension, to hard-eyed lust. "Oh, trees. Why didn't you say so?"
He would have said I just did, but Rodney was kissing him and shoving him back until he thumped into a tree and their teeth clacked together. "Ow!" John touched his mouth. His fingertip was bright red.
"Baby," Rodney mocked. "You like it fast and rough -- you know you do."
"I can get beat up and insulted by Ronon at home. I was looking for something else here."
"I suppose you want me to kiss it all better," Rodney snorted, even as he gently swiped his thumb just under the cut. Sex stripped away what few social graces he had, but John liked him like that -- bluntly arrogant, but also sweetly genuine. He liked the sweet part. Right now he was kind of pissed at the arrogance, mostly because Rodney was right. And Rodney wasn't the one licking the split on his lip.
"Yeah, actually, I do," John said, stopping Rodney with a hand on his chest even as he'd been leaning in. "I don't like it rough every damned time."
"Since every time we've had off-world sex you've come home with mild bruises and a huge grin, evidence would indicate otherwise."
"Consider this the exception to the rule, then," said John, "and slow the hell down."
Rodney eyed him, frowning. "Slow?"
"Slow. Kiss it better."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means be nice to me for a change."
"I'm not nice to you?" Rodney looked stricken. John almost felt bad. He did like it rough; he was messing with Rodney just to be contrary. And because his lip fucking hurt. "I know I can be kind of clueless about other people's needs, but I thought we had a - a groove."
"Rodney," John said, annoyed, "don't ever say groove again. Just shut up and blow me and be nice about it. Okay?"
The thing was, Rodney didn't know he liked to be ordered around, and John loved that about him. Rodney always responded beautifully, whether saving Atlantis from destruction or going to his knees, carefully opening John's belt, like he was doing right now. He'd bitch and moan and drag his feet and finally comply, and that's when his brain -- and sometimes his heart -- would open completely, and you never knew what honest sentiment would come out.
Rodney pulled John's shirt up and slowly kissed his belly, open-mouthed and wet. "Like this?"
John cupped Rodney's head and said softly, "Sh. You're doing great."
Gentle was nice. Rodney drew his closed lips along John's cock and dabbed it with his tongue as he pushed wide, warm circles on John's chest with his palms. He used his thumbs to make smaller circles around the nipples the same moment he took John into his mouth in tiny increments. John gritted his teeth against his hitching breath. Sweat made his shirt stick between his shoulder blades.
Rodney's tongue lapped up the underside of John's dick. He took John in, in, ran his hands down John's sides until his hold firmed on John's hips, and then let John slide into his soft mouth. No friction, no struggle. Soft and gentle.
John's orgasm spilled out of him, like a pitcher overflowing a tall glass. His head fell back, and he breathed open-mouthed at the sky.
"Was that what you wanted?" asked Rodney, smug because he wasn't stupid, but also a little unsure.
"Yeah," he said, surprised. "Actually it was," and then he fell to his knees, opened Rodney's pants, and it was his turn to be nice.
Teyla and Ronon returned an hour later with snow-white finger-berries. They tasted terrible to Earth palates. John and Rodney didn't mind.
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"I suppose you want me to kiss it all better," Rodney snorted, even as he gently swiped his thumb just under the cut. Sex stripped away what few social graces he had, but John liked him like that -- bluntly arrogant, but also sweetly genuine. He liked the sweet part.
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okay, you have killed me.
Re: okay, you have killed me.
And thank you!
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