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.
"You want to come already?" Rodney asked with a laugh. "Well, let's get this clear right now, you are mine, and this," he ran his hand along John's cock again, "belongs to me now, I'm in control here tonight, and you'll only come with my permission, if I let you come at all. Is that clear?"
John swallowed, "Yes, Rodney."
"Good."
Then for the first time that evening, Rodney kissed John, softly and gently at first, licking and nipping at his lips. John relaxed, and opened up for him, letting Rodney push his tongue deep into John's mouth, devouring him, leaving John in no doubt who was in charge. Rodney pulled away after a few minutes, leaving John standing there, breathless, lips swollen. Rodney pulled off his own tee shirt and shorts and tossed them aside.
"Now, why don't you show me what this beautiful mouth of yours can do?"
John knelt in front of Rodney's long thick cock. He placed a quick kiss on the tip, before he looked to Rodney for permission to carry on. After a nod from Rodney, John reached out and slowly began to caress Rodney's cock with his fingers, loving how it grew even thicker and harder in his hands. He began to tease the tip by flicking his tongue back and forth over and around it. He heard Rodney moan and felt his hands move to his head. John felt a warm feeling of pleasure flow through him as he took Rodney into his mouth, slowly at first, letting his mouth gently bob up and down, taking him in inch by inch.
"Ohh... yeah, that's it, John."
John devoted himself to his task, sucking and licking Rodney's cock from the tip to base. He felt Rodney's fingers tightening in his hair as he gently grazed his teeth down the shaft. Then he alternated between each of Rodney's balls, sucking and rolling them inside his mouth with his tongue. John gripped Rodney's cock around the base with his hand and moved it up and down at the same time as he flicked his tongue over the head of his cock. He felt Rodney's fingers winding themselves in his hair as he opened his mouth wide and relaxed his throat, he then took him deep.
Rodney sighed and began thrusting his hips back and forth, forcing his cock further into John's mouth. It didn't take long and several deep thrusts later he came, spurting down John's throat.
