goddess47 (goddess47) wrote,

Physical Therapy (NC-17)

Title: Physical Therapy
Author: goddess47
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Spoilers: None really
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Length: 600 words
Summary: For the mcsheplets Challenge #135 - soldier

NOTE: I love Squee weekend, I get to visit with friends and finally finish some some fic that have been on my hard drive!

This is why John liked to top, he thought muzzily. While Rodney was more than capable of topping from the bottom, when he was on top he had full control. He was able to tease Rodney beyond distraction and sometimes get Rodney to turn his huge brain off.

On the other hand, John loved the feel on Rodney's cock in his ass. Rodney was bigger around than he was and there was always a stretch and burn whenever Rodney entered him. When Rodney bottomed out and his balls rubbed against John's ass, the feeling of fullness was amazing.

"Move!" John growled.

"Tsk, tsk, Colonel," Rodney murmured, leaning over and forcing John to bend just that bit more that he'd knew he'd feel it in the morning. "No where to go, no one is expecting us," Rodney brushed his lips against John's. "We have all night."

"Rodney..." John should have been embarrassed at the whine but Rodney had moved slightly and pressed firmly against his prostate.

"Shh..." Rodney levered up and moved his hips slightly. Not enough for John's liking but it was a start.

"I need..." John clamped his mouth shut.

"That's it," Rodney soothed, moving out and back in slightly. "Tell me... talk to me..."

For this was Rodney's 'therapy' for John. He'd seduce John with kisses and warm hands -- John would find himself on the bottom and Rodney would hold John's orgasm off until John would talk about whatever was bothering him.

John knew Rodney could hold out forever. Rodney had amazing stamina in bed and used it ruthlessly when it came to making John talk to him. He pulled out almost completely and moved in, tagging John's prostate.

"Rodney...." John whined, "just... let me come...."

"Talk to me," Rodney was firm.

"You... they hurt you," John admitted. "And I couldn't save Bending and Matias," John babbled. "I should have seen it coming..."

Rodney pulled out and pushed back in again, so slowly. It felt amazing.

"Those bastards would have killed you next," John ground out. "I couldn't stop... stop them..."

"Ronon and Teyla were there," Rodney reminded him. "They were locked up just like we were." He moved his hips again, "They were fighting just as hard."

"It's my job..." John protested breathily. "I... I couldn't protect them." A deep breath. "I couldn't protect you."

"You can't do everything yourself," Rodney said gently as he leaned in for another brushing together of lips and sat up to piston out and in twice. "Say it," he commanded gently.

John tried to resist. His head knew he needed to say it, to say it aloud but his heart never wanted to give in to the reality.

"John..." Rodney whispered. An appeal... a command.

"I... can't do it, I can't do it all," John all but sobbed.

Rodney didn't say anything but picked up his pace, powering into John faster and harder.

That was enough to push John over the edge. He was coming and coming hard. Rodney's hips stuttered and John felt a flash of heat that was Rodney's coming in his ass.

They panted together, exchanging soft kisses, John relishing the weight of Rodney lying on him. But he knew they'd have to move soon, this position would become too uncomfortable.

Rodney moved first, letting John stretch his legs out. They lay side by side, enjoying the heat of each other's body. John reached over the side of the bed and grabbed a t-shirt to wipe them both down. Rodney wrestled the bed covers over them.

As John drifted off to sleep, he whispered into Rodney's shoulder, "Thank you."
Tags: fic, mcshep, mcsheplet, nc17

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