Warnings: This contains elements of D/s. Very mild bondage, within an established loving relationship.
The following charaters are from the Sci-Fi show 'Stargate Atlantis'
Disclaimer: I am just playing with these 'boys' for a while. I am not making any money from this. I will return them in good condition, though they may be a little tired!
Summary: Rodney plans a 'special evening' for John.
A/N: This is my first ever slash fic, or maybe I should say PWP. I must thank the wonderful Bluespirit for being my beta.*Hugs* I really don't know what I would have done without her!
Everything was ready when John arrived, the lighting had been turned down low and the room felt warm. John could see that an assortment of toys had already been laid out neatly on the nightstand. He had no idea what to expect, he never did when Rodney planned something. Though Rodney could always be relied on to be 'inventive' when it came to sex. Rodney had just told him that he had a 'special evening' planned to celebrate the fact that they saved Atlantis from the bad guys yet again. His stomach flipped with anticipation of what lay ahead.
A soft voice spoke from the other side of the room, "John."
John turned to find Rodney sitting on one of the comfy armchairs, with a drink in one hand, looking very confident and relaxed. He was wearing a pair of casual black pants and one of John's favourite grey tee shirts, the one that hugged his body.
"John, I don't want you to say anything, I just want you to take off your clothes for me, but leave your boxers on."
John silently did as he was asked; he started slowly unbuttoning his shirt, one button at a time, until he slid the shirt off his body. He then kicked off his shoes and socks and removed his pants, leaving himself wearing just his boxers. He was already hard and he knew that his arousal would be very noticeable.
Rodney finished his drink, ice clinking against the glass as he put it down, and walked over to John. His fingers took hold of the waistband of John's boxers and he tugged them down his body. As John stepped out of them, his cock sprang free from its confinement.
John, heart pounding, still did not speak; he stood with feet apart, his back straight and hands clasped behind his back, head bowed. Christ! Seeing Rodney like this, standing before him, still clothed and very much in control, was so damn hot. He wanted nothing more than to sink to his knees and suck Rodney's cock, to give himself over for Rodney's pleasure.
As Rodney walked around him, John could feel Rodney's eyes taking in every inch of his body; he could not suppress a shiver as Rodney ran his fingers through the smattering of dark hair that covered his chest.
Rodney stopped in front of John, "Ssh, it's okay," he soothed, stroking John's arm reassuringly. "What's your safe word?"
John thought for a moment, "Ferris wheel."
"Ferris wheel." Rodney repeated, "Good."
John didn't expect to use it, he trusted Rodney totally, but he knew that it would make Rodney feel happier.
"I see you're already hard for me," Rodney said with a grin. He reached down and stroked John's cock, it hardened even more at his touch.
John sighed again, relaxing more, and leaned forward, pushing himself into Rodney's hand. The idea of Rodney being in control of him in this way was such a huge turn on. It was something that he'd secretly fantasised about many times. And now that it was happening, he couldn't believe how aroused he was and the evening had barely begun.
