The One and Only Way (the How to Quiet Your Lover's Doubts remix)

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My gateverse_remix !

The original story is The One and Only Way Rodney Would Actually Let John by raqs/dith.

Her story is dialogue only.  I went the other way.  ~1,100 NC-17 words.

Big beta thanks to princessofgand delphia2000!  

THE ONE AND ONLY WAY (The How to Quiet Your Lover’s Doubts Remix)

Only Rodney McKay could make such a big deal out of something so natural, so desirable. 

 

When John brings the subject up, Rodney says no, with eyes, mouth and body language all combining to convey resolute implacability. So first John has to sweet talk his way around Rodney’s fastidiousness, promising to wear a condom, because, yes, he most definitely wants Rodney to still be willing to suck him in the future, hopefully in the near future.  Then he's forced to explain why he wants to try this, why he knows it’ll be hotter than anything they’ve done before.  And having to put it into words is embarrassing.

 

Incredibly, he even has to convince Rodney that it has nothing to do with him missing women! Seriously, where the hell did that come from? He had no idea Rodney was that insecure about their relationship.  Fortunately his hand wrapping itself around Rodney’s hard-on seems to derail that conversational express train to disaster rather effectively.

 

Yes, all in all, John’s pretty damn sure he’s never worked this hard for a fuck in his entire life, but he’s also pretty sure that it’s going to be worth it. Considering how Rodney responds to even the smallest touch, how his body arches and blindly seeks more whether John’s simply stroking his chest or actually going to town on his cock, how can Rodney’s reaction to a cock up his ass be anything less than seismic in nature?

 

And Step Number One to finding out the answer to that question has John’s fingers, dripping with lube, sliding back and forth over Rodney’s tight, tensed asshole, while Rodney complains. And complains.

 

It’s while John’s explaining how much he’d enjoy Rodney doing this to him and how much he wants to make it enjoyable for Rodney that he feels the first hint of relaxation.

 

He slides one finger up and  in.

 

Rodney complains.

 

John works his finger back and forth gently, slowly, telling Rodney how good it feels being inside of him.  When Rodney stops complaining, John adds a second finger.

 

Rodney doesn’t complain anymore after that, he just snarks. And gets hard. And surprisingly, even says something sweet about that, about being hard because of John.

 

John rewards him with a twist of his hand.

 

Rodney cries out.

 

Bingo.  John massages slowly, shifts his hand minutely at Rodney's direction, rubs over and over.

 

Rodney shifts and moans and tries to get more of John's hand inside him.  His body spasms around John's fingers.  As John continues to stroke his prostate, Rodney's face reddens and his breathing deepens.  Sweat beads on his forehead.  He looks like he's very near orgasm and John tries to talk him down.  He wants Rodney to come when he's buried deep inside him and not a minute sooner.

 

Rodney arches up off the bed and John's cock jerks.  He knew, he just knew Rodney would love being touched like this.  And fucking will be even better; it has to be.

 

John asks, and Rodney's legs slide apart.  But the angle is odd, and Rodney starts resisting.  He was eager enough a second ago, but he's tightening up.  An opportunely placed pillow tilts Rodney's pelvis and John moves back on top and begins to press in.

 

He'd been very generous with the lube.  Maybe too generous.  He slides all the way in with one thrust and halts, dazed, buried deep in astonishing tightness.  He knows from experience how that hurts, and he's ready to pull out, but Rodney won't let him.  John's sweating now and apologizing and nearly incoherent due to the grip around his cock.  Rodney thinks he's beginning to loosen up, but John has his doubts about that.  Loose isn't the word he'd use.

 

This can't be feeling good to Rodney.  John wants to stop.

 

Rodney wants to go ahead.  Wants John to move.

 

Nothing has ever felt better, but it still seems wrong.  Rodney isn't enjoying this the same way John is, can't be, but he's being incredibly sweet about it.  

 

He's beautiful, beautiful beneath John's thrusting body.  Beautiful, hot, tight.  Uncomfortable.

 

This is wrong.

 

John pulls out with a little pop that makes Rodney exclaim.  He helps a shaking Rodney to his knees, supports him.  Slides his cock back in from behind.

 

Rodney cries out, but not with pain.  Not this time.

 

This is right.

 

 John's hitting Rodney's prostate with every thrust, and finally it's good for Rodney, as good as John wanted to make it, as good as it is for him.  Maybe better, even, based on Rodney's cries and moans.  John's moving with confidence now, driving into Rodney's body and feeling him pushing back.  There's rhythm, and growing excitement.

 

John looks down and watches himself sliding in and out.  Watches Rodney take him in.  It's fucking incredible, like he knew it would be.  Sweat drips down his forehead and John lifts one hand from Rodney's hip to dash it away before it can get into his eye.  He leans over Rodney's back, damp with sweat of its own, and clasps Rodney's cock, squeezes.

 

Rodney implores him for more, and John is more than willing to comply.  He holds Rodney tightly with one arm and fucks into him with short, hard jabs.  His other hand works Rodney's cock roughly.  Rodney likes it rough, which shocked John a little, because Rodney was so shy the first few times they had sex.  But shy doesn't equal 'delicate flower', and Rodney hadn't stayed shy for very long.  John's grinning reminiscently as he pumps Rodney's cock. 

 

Rodney's breathing is uneven.  He's close, and John doesn't want this to end, but there's no stopping it.  Rodney comes with a drawn-out wail, his hips circling around John's cock, his muscles clamping down on it.

 

It's too much, too tight, too good.  John's coming, helplessly, emptying himself into Rodney's warm depths.  He buries himself as deeply as he can and rides the wave.

 

~~~~

 

They've collapsed onto the bed, and John's spooned up behind Rodney, still buried in him.  He listens to Rodney's breathing as it evens out, feels his body pulse around his cock, every squeeze exquisite pleasure and torture.  The air is filled with the scents of lube, sweat and semen.  John's eyes close as his mind drifts dreamily back over the events of the night.

 

Rodney's body clenches again, his flesh gripping John's shrinking flesh warmly, intimately.

 

John's eyes fly open. Oops.

 

He forgot the condom.

 

Oops. 

 

Rodney sighs and shifts slightly.

 

John cautiously tightens his hold and begins calculating the odds against him receiving another blow job ever again.