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I'm pretty sure those fingers end up in Rodney's mouth by the end of the night. *g*

Aw, thank you sweetie! I wasn't sure this ended up where I wanted it to go, but I love the idea of them unexpectantly finding comfort with each other.

Oh, reckless John, and hugging! I love it.

//hugs you and goes back to work//

This is so much my kind of fic and I love that in canon they often seem to be just a little push away from taking that extra step. There are these moments where I'm almost surprised they don't actually hug and kiss like this.

This is Rodney and John moving ever closer to each other, watching Rodney through John's eyes, feeling John trying to hold back but not really succeeding. I smiled through it all and that hug and kiss made me sigh in delight.

Thank you! It's got quite a number of specific things in there that I mentioned I specifically love, so either you and I feel the same way or you've put them there intentionally. Or maybe both :D

::squishes you:: Thank you!

I still had that whole hugging thing in my head. *g*

Oh yay! Thank you! I'm so tickled that you liked it. I think we're totally on the same page when it comes to how they are together. I love that there's so much understated affection between them on-screen, and yes, sometimes it really does seem like they're only a few seconds away from nuzzling in for a kiss.

Especially after watching "Echoes". *g*

You're very welcome! And thank you for providing the lovely prompt. *g*

I'm so glad you liked it!

John was silent, brows furrowed as he tugged at the bonds, testing Rodney's knots.

"Okay?" Rodney asked, his voice a hushed whisper.

John's lips parted as if he were about to speak, but then he merely nodded, breath coming hard and fast.

"Good. Good. Because--wow." Rodney knelt on the bed, his knees brushing John's side. John looked beautiful, arms pulled up over his head, his body one long beautiful line.

A smile flashed across John's face, then faded, leaving uncertainty in its wake.

"No really, you look amazing." And okay, yeah, maybe an understatement. John always looked good naked, but now, spread out and helpless with his heavy cock resting against his thigh and that raw, hungry look in his eyes, he was stunning. "What do you want?" Rodney asked, almost afraid to touch, because it was all just too perfect.

"Anything. Please, Rodney, do anything you want."

John spoke so low it sent shivers up Rodney's spine, just like when John first told him, haltingly, that he wanted Rodney to tie him up. John had tried to make it sound casual but Rodney could hear the desperate need in his words, a need mixed with shame, which Rodney could not understand at all.

"I want to do everything," Rodney said. "I just have to figure out which I want to do first and no one's ever let me do this before and I'm really grateful so--thank you."

John blinked at him, clearly bemused.

"Um, yes, that was a warm up to my Nobel Prize speech--how did it sound?" Rodney squared his chest. "'Thank you for the honor about to bestowed on me.'"

He was rewarded by an outright laugh from John, and couldn't resist reaching out and touching a finger to John's mouth, tracing the fullness of his lower lip before following the curve of his smile to the soft skin of his cheek.

This was much better than John's earlier doubtfulness.

Rodney's fingers glided back down over John's lips, and then he bent forward, carefully fitting his mouth to John's for a sweet, delicate kiss. John moaned, opening his mouth and Rodney slid over to rest his body on top of John's. John's hips jerked and his body moved and writhed and it was pretty clear to Rodney that things were going to work out just fine.

Oh. I just love Rodney tying John up and then making him laugh. So wonderful.

"Okay," Rodney said. "We can do this."

"Oh yeah. Piece of cake." Holding his unfastened pants up with one hand, John rubbed his limp cock steadily with the other, willing it to get hard.

"It's not going in the mission report, is it?"

"No way. I don't see how jerking off all over the Holy Seed Stone is anyone's business but our own." John shifted his weight, his shoulder brushing Rodney's.

Rodney jerked away from his touch. "It will be worth it, when they welcome us into the chamber. Right?" He sounded uncertain.

"Right."

John squeezed his cock, then tugged it before stroking with renewed determination. At least the Guardians were keeping a polite distance behind them at the edge of the field. But still, it was a pretty damn strange situation, and not one particularly conducive getting off and getting come all over the large stone looming in the darkness before them. Although--he stole a glance at Rodney, and despite the darkness he could see Rodney's arm moving steadily and the thought that Rodney had his hand on his cock, too, made John's cock perk up a little, but not a whole heck of a lot.

After a moment of silent stroking Rodney let out a sigh. "This isn't working."

John stilled his hand. "No, not really."

"I can't--I can't focus. It's all too weird. We're never going to get into that chamber," Rodney said in a mournful voice.

"You know, they didn't say that we couldn't help each other out."

"What?"

John winced at Rodney's tone. It was a stupid thing to suggest, because Rodney was as straight a man as John had ever met. With a forced huff of laughter, John said, "Just trying to come up with ways to make this work."

"And you're suggesting...what?"

"I was just thinking we might," John hesitated, then forged ahead, because he knew Rodney wasn't the type to let it go. "Well, it's always more interesting when someone else is doing it for you."

"Oh. Huh." After a thoughtful pause, Rodney added, "Good point."

Embarrassed, John said,"Forget it, let's just--"

"Okay, yeah, let's do it."

"Huh?"

"Come on, come on," Rodney insisted, brisk and businesslike. He tugged John closer. "This is no time to get shy."

And then Rodney pressed up against John's side, putting his hand on John's cock and pushing John's own hand away. "Oh," John said stupidly.

Rodney was touching his cock.

His cock stiffened as Rodney rubbed it with his palm--god, Rodney's hand was warm--and then Rodney wrapped his fingers around it, stroking with his thumb. "Hey, that seems to be working," Rodney said, as if surprised.

"Uh, yeah." John shuddered and leaned shamelessly against Rodney.

It felt good, and Rodney wasn't even stroking yet, he was just feeling his way around, gliding his thumb over the head of John's cock, then sliding it through his fist down to the base. He spread his fingers through John's pubic hair, then dipped down deeper to fondle John's balls.

John made a noise and Rodney pulled his hand away. "Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to--it's just that I never, you know--"

"No, no, it was good, seriously, Rodney, do whatever you want, it's all good." The words came out in an eager rush, and John was pretty sure he had just given himself away but Rodney only pulled him closer, sliding an arm around his waist before taking hold of his cock once again and stroking it.

"How is this?"

John's hips moved involuntarily, pushing his cock into Rodney's hand with each stroke. "Good," he whispered.

"It's really soft. I mean, not your dick, obviously but your skin--it feels really soft. I never noticed that with my own."

"Yeah?" It really was the first time Rodney had touched another guy's cock, and that was a turn on, more than John would have ever imagined.

"You've done this before," Rodney said, and it was statement more than a question.

"Blessed the Seed Stone? Yes, every week."

With an impatient noise, Rodney gave the head of his cock a squeeze, and John gasped.

"Okay, yes Rodney, I'm gay, is that what you wanted to know?"

"Yes, actually, it was."

Rodney didn't seem to be bothered at all, if anything, his movements grew more confident and soon it didn't matter that they were out in field someone where on a strange planet with really strange rituals because John felt really really good. Rodney was touching him, Rodney was stroking his cock and holding him and it had been a long time since John had had anything like that and then he was clutching Rodney's arm and coming in a great big sweeping rush.

Rodney held him steady as he panted through it. "Okay," he gasped out, stilling Rodney's hand when the sensation became too much. "I'm good."

"Do me now," Rodney said.

"Just give me a second," John said with a laugh. He took a breath, steadying himself, then turned, facing Rodney for the first time. Rodney's face was pale in the moonlight, milky white skin and dark shadows over his eyes, but John could see his lips were parted in anticipation. "Come here."

Rodney moved in, his cheek practically brushing John's. John reached between them and found Rodney's cock, wrapping his fingers around the thick hot length. when Rodney gasped and shuddered in the best way possible.

Rodney's cock. John was holding Rodney's hard cock.

John grinned, then began to stroke. It was wet at the tip--touching him had turned Rodney, and that was more than John had ever hoped for.

"Oh, oh," Rodney said softly, lifting his arms and then looking a little lost as if he had no idea where to place them. John guided one onto his shoulder. Rodney gave him a quick grin and promptly wrapped both arms around him. They were standing so close that John could feel Rodney's breath on his neck, could smell the sweat on his skin and then Rodney moaned, his cock stiffening even further. John slowed down, wanting to make it last but Rodney let out a yelp and came, warm liquid oozing through John's fingers in spurts.

John gentled his hand, stroking Rodney through it, and he didn't want to let go, he wanted to hold onto Rodney's cock forever, wanted Rodney to keep clinging to him and making those fantastic whimpering sounds.

"Thank you, thank you," Rodney said, lips moving against John's cheek. "Wow."

"Good, huh?" John turned his head, and then they were nose to nose, so close that Rodney's eyes looked enormous, and Rodney's mouth was right there, almost touching his.

Almost.

John hesitated. His hand was dripping with dripping with Rodney's come, but touching a guy's cock was one thing and kissing him was something entirely different. Especially when said guy was straight.

Rodney leaned forward. His lips touched John's.

John let out a sigh of relief and sank into the sweet, regrettably brief kiss, brief because he could hear the Guardians coming up behind them in the deep grass, but from the smile on Rodney's face he was pretty sure there'd be time for more kisses later--and maybe more of other things, too.

You are the best, he tied up John, made him laugh and then got to business..*sigh* You know, I don't blame Rodney, who would know where to start with John laid out like that.

Now that is one great GREAT visual, and from that icon too..you are too creative for words!!

This one wasn't for me..but OH DAMN!! That's all I can say, oh, and I really think you've made my weekend. *smile*

This is hot and so good! Thank you! :-)

Radek hunkers down into his coat and mutters under his breath, wondering how much further they will have to walk.

"What?" Ronon asks, striding easily beside him.

"It is cold."

"No it isn't."

"All right then--I am cold," Radek clarifies. "And tired."

"Really?" Ronon asks.

Ronon's taking one step to every two of his. Of course he's not tired.

"Not all of us can be seasoned veterans of off-world missions now, can we?" Rodney calls out from behind him.

Ronon grins, and Radek scowls at them both. He's sure that Rodney is just has cold as he is, with the way the wind is blowing all around them. And Ronon--well, he believes Ronon. Radek checks his scanner again, and to his relief there's a flicker of an energy signal off to his left. "I have found it. This way," he says, pointing.

He turns and everyone follows, Ronon shouldering in ahead of him on the narrow path and Radek lets him. Rodney hovering at his shoulder, comparing the readings of the two scanners. Radek is delighted to find that his is more sensitive, and points this out to Rodney several times. They're so busy with the scanners that it isn't until the Colonel stops them with a puzzled "huh" that Radek sees the blank rock face in front of them.

"Are you sure this is it?" Sheppard asks.

"Yes, we are," Rodney retorts, showing him the scanner. "See?"

"Curious," Radek adds.

Ronon taps on the rock with the barrel of his gun. "Maybe there's a door?"

Radek sees nothing that could be considered door-like. The wall has no markings whatsoever. It is an exposed outcropping on the side of the mountain, and when he and Rodney walk to one side of it, and then the other, trying to find an alternative route, the signal fades away to nothing.

"It's definitely right here," Rodney says.

Rodney puts a hand to the wall. "Maybe it's gene activated?"

When nothing happens, Sheppard joins him, hand flat on the wall and an earnest, thoughtful expression on his face. "Nope."

"I say we blow it up," Ronon suggests. "Come on, just a little C4 should do it."

Radek gives him a look of disbelief. "I don't believe that would be wise."

"Wait," Teyla says, speaking up for the first time after watching them thoughtfully.

Radek catches on right away. "Maybe it needs Wraith DNA--like the lab you found a couple years back?"

She flashes him a smile. Then puts her hand to the rock face.

It promptly disappears.

There's a rush to enter it, with Ronon and Sheppard going in first, guns at the ready.

Despite his curiousity, Radek is happy to wait for them to announce that it's all clear before he enters, behind Rodney. He's scientist, not a soldier. He's not about to take risks.

It is indeed a Wraith laboratory, deserted for centuries, but the database is in working order and it doesn't take them long to realize they've struck gold. The labs purpose was apparently to research ship design, from the hive ships to the small darts and everything in between. Radek can scarcely believe it--even though it is somewhat outdated, there's enough here to fill in the gaps in their knowledge and he's sure they will find weaknesses to be exploited.

He and Rodney spend hours downloading, examining, arguing, and exploring, and he feels like they've just got started when the Colonel announces it is time to go. They can return tomorrow with a bigger team, the Colonel explains, via the Daedalus and transport the larger items.

Just in case, he and Rodney grab the two main data drives, small enough to slip into their pockets.

When they leave the cave, Radek is astonished to see the snow. "When did this happen?" There's over a foot of the stuff to trudge through to get back to the 'gate, and it's still coming down in light, airy flakes that spin and swirl before touching down.

"Oh, this is just great," Rodney grumbles.

They pick their way carefully down the path. Radek slips and falls to his knees, getting snow up his sleeve and when they get near an open area the drifts are even deeper and harder to walk through. Even so, he can't help but notice that the trees are decorated in white in a way that's almost pretty and it reminds him of Christmas time back home. The wind has died down, and it feels a little warmer than it was before, so maybe it's not so bad despite Rodney's constant complaining and then--

A snowball hits Radek's chest.

Dismayed, he looks up, trying to find the culprit but they are all busily making their way through the drifts.

It could have been anyone.

Radek's brows narrow. He picks up a handful of snow, carefully packs it into a ball. The decision is easy.

And his aim is good. The snowball hits Ronon's dreads, dead center on the back of his head.

Ronon stops and turns around, slowly.

"Rodney," Radek says. "That wasn't nice."

By the time they all stumble back through the gate, every one of them is caked with now and shivering cold. Ronon's expression is downrigh joyful. Radek is pretty sure he's never seen the Colonel laugh so hard and Teyla, of all people, has saved one last snowball for Elizabeth.

Radek clutches the data drive in his pocked and thinks that maybe off-world missions aren't necessarily bad, at least not all of them.

"Hey," John said, wrapping the towel around his hips as he exited the bathroom. "You want to get some dinner, Rodney?"

"No, no, actually," Rodney held up a finger and grinned. "I brought dinner. A roast chicken, some cheese, fresh fruit--"

It was then that John noticed the lights in the room were turned down, and unless he was greatly mistaken, those were actually candles on the table. Lit candles, sending a soft orange glow flickering throughout the room. "The power go out?" he asked.

Rodney looked up from the bag he was unpacking. "That's called 'setting the mood'." He seemed to suddenly notice John's state of undress. "Much like you are," he said, a look of pure delight crossing his face.

"Is that a bottle of wine?"

"Uh, yes." Rodney was still staring at John's low-slung towel.

Wine. Cheese. Candlelight. And Saint-Saens playing softly on an unseen radio. "This is like a date, isn't it?" John asked.

"Could be." Rodney put the wine down and sat in a chair, hands folded in front of him. "I figured with what with all the sex we keep having, it might be--well, you know--you're--" and muttered something unintelligible.

A grin tugged at the corners of John's mouth as he approached Rodney. "I'm what?" he asked. Rodney making such a fuss was terribly endearing.

Rodney took a breath. "Maybethebestthingthateverhappenedtome," he said with a defiant stare.

"Really?" John kept walking until he bumped knees with Rodney. Then, straddling Rodney's legs, he kept going until his stomach pressed against Rodney's face.

"There is no question in my mind." Rodney nuzzled John's stomach, hands reaching under the towel and gliding up the back of John's thighs. "No question whatsoever."

John had never been accused of anything like that before, but all he could say was "oh", because Rodney's hands were clasped around his ass, and Rodney's mouth was hot and wet on his stomach. Rodney tugged him down onto his lap, and John leaned forward as he eased himself down so that Rodney's lips dragged up along his chest. The towel mysteriously fell to the floor and then Rodney's mouth slid over a nipple. John groaned as Rodney sucked, squirming helplessly and rubbing his cock against Rodney's stomach.

"You are just--" Rodney took hold of John's cock, and kissed his way up John's throat, small, nibbling kisses that made John whimper with delight. "Just so--" He pulled John's head down and kissed him.

It was a messy, lewd kiss, the kind that would have been enough to make John lose his mind all by itself but Rodney's fingers were stroking his cock, making him insane and all the need piled up into one great big NOW. John pulled back, panting, and rose up to sit on the table, carefully pushing the candles back and out of his way. He spread his legs, stiff cock pointing up and directly at Rodney.

"Me too," John whispered. And then groaned out loud as Rodney leaned forward and slid his wonderful, filthy mouth down over his cock.

You're very welcome! It was fun. *g*

*snorfle*

See, I always knew that Radek was the truly evil one.

These are all so lovely, though. I think my favorite is the one where, with a hug, John is his own undoing. :)

(also, this is a fab idea, and I'm snagging it now)

Yay!

Zelenka is definitely a sly one. Troublemaker. *g*

And thank you, I'm glad you're enjoying these! It's been fun puttering away on little ideas. I think everyone should do it!

Straight Rodney touching John's cock and kissing him at the end. Yay!!!

A team snowball fight with Radek! That's just wonderful. Especially Radek hitting Ronon and blaming Rodney.

*g* Thank you, sweetie! I figured it was time for a team frolic.

And you just know John threw that first snowball.

::squishes you::

Hee! Thank you. I felt like this fic should have been longer, because I love the genre so very much. But I'm glad it worked as is.

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