sickIn the woods-Day 13 of Sex on the Fly
Rated: R
Word count: 1,531
Disclaimer: They’re not mine; I’m just playing with them.
Summary: “Fun?” Rodney asked, waving his hand at the smoke coming toward him. “This is fun? We’re sitting in the middle of nowhere, on an alien planet, being eaten alive by alien bugs. What, exactly, is fun about this?” He smacked his arm again.
A/N: I apologize in advance for any mistakes in this story. There are two factors to that…… 1) I’m extremely sick with a bad infection and in mounds of pain (I’m also on pain pills so if this story reads weird, that’s why)
2) Both my beta’s are busy this weekend and unable to beta for me….
Thanks for understanding!
Rodney smacked his exposed forearm and sprayed it with some OFF.
“Honestly,” he hissed. “I have never seen the appeal in camping.”
“It’s fun,” John replied and poked his stick into the fire causing it to pop loudly and spit orange sparks into the night air.
“Fun?” Rodney asked, waving his hand at the smoke coming toward him. “This is fun? We’re sitting in the middle of nowhere, on an alien planet, being eaten alive by alien bugs. What, exactly, is fun about this?” He smacked his arm again.
“We’re spending time together, Rodney,” John replied. “We never get to do this, can’t you just enjoy it?”
“No, John,” Rodney told him truthfully. “I can’t enjoy it because I keep thinking about how tomorrow I’m going to have a million itchy red bumps. I do not do well with bug bites, they swell, they itch, they get infected.”
“Fine, Rodney,” John spat and began gathering the few things he had sitting around him. “All I wanted to do was spend a little time with you away from the city. We don’t get to go to earth for another six months and this was the only place that I could convince Woolsey to let us come to unaccompanied. But if you’d rather leave, get your things and we’ll go.”
“You talked to Woolsey about this?” Rodney asked.
“I had to get his permission to go off world for recreation,” John replied.
“Recreation?” Rodney looked horrified.
“Not that kind of recreation,” John corrected. “I told him that you were getting a little claustrophobic in the city and needed some time away before you snapped and made everyone’s life hell.”
Rodney tipped his head to the side and thought about that. “That’s actually really clever.”
“I’m not an idiot,” John replied as he walked around the fire gathering things and putting them in his backpack.
“I didn’t say you were.” Rodney watched as John walked around him.
John huffed, zipped his backpack, threw it to the side and went over to the tent. He unfastened the cover and pulled it off the top of the tent.
Rodney got off the log he’d been sitting on and went over to John. “Why are you angry?” he asked, grabbing John’s arm when John bent to pull up a tent peg.
“Because,” John said, crossing his arms, “I’m the only one who’s giving anything in this relationship. I brought us out here so we could spend some time together, but you’re more worried about a bug.”
“Relationship?” Rodney asked quietly, his stomach fluttering.
John’s face went blank and his arms fell to the side. “What? Did you think I was just interested in your ass?”
“No, but… I just… um-”
John looked hurt when he crossed his arms again. “You’re only interested in my ass,” it wasn’t a question.
“No!” Rodney exclaimed. “John I…” Rodney wasn’t sure what he was about to say, but his mind was completely blank now.
“What?” John asked. His tone seemed to be daring Rodney to say the wrong thing.
“I…” Rodney took a deep breath before stepping forward. He grabbed John’s head and pulled their lips together.
John grunted but opened himself to the kiss and Rodney slid his tongue inside.
They kissed silently for a minute before Rodney pulled back. “I’m sorry, John. I can be… selfish… at times. I didn’t realize that this camping trip meant so much to you.”
John sighed. “It wasn’t the camping trip, Rodney. I couldn’t care less about the camping trip. In Atlantis, we have a few minutes here and there but there are usually people around and we can’t be open. We go to one another’s rooms at night, but after the fun we have to leave to wake up alone and spend another day pretending. I wanted us to have a couple of days where we could just be ourselves, where we wouldn’t have to sneak away in the middle of the night.”
“John,” Rodney said, feeling himself flood with emotion. He’d never doubted that John wouldn’t stay with him if he didn’t want to be with Rodney. But sometimes, Rodney thought that maybe John was only with him because there were so few options. Now he knew that John was with him because he wanted to be, because he had feelings for him and not because he was the best choice in limited choices.
“I’m sorry,” he said again and his voice cracked the tiniest bit at the end.
John smiled softly and laid his hands on Rodney’s hips. “I know, Rodney. I’m sorry too; I can be a little… um… possessive?”
“That’s as good a word as any,” Rodney replied and rested his forearms on John’s shoulders. “Now, about the ass issue, when I said ‘no’, I didn’t mean that as in ‘No, I’m not interested in your ass’ because I am damn interested in it.”
John chuckled and pulled Rodney’s hips closer to his. “Glad to hear it,” he said.
Rodney leaned forward and planted a firm quick kiss on John’s lips.
“Now,” John began and tipped his head toward the tent. “How about we get away from these bugs and take care of that ass issue?”
Rodney nodded. “Good idea.” He stepped away from John and pulled back the flap on the tent, then he stepped inside after John.
Rodney zipped the tent closed and John turned on the battery operated light.
Rodney turned around and his hands immediately went to the zipper on John’s shirt. Once John’s shirt was gone, John reached out and pulled Rodney’s shirt over his head and threw it in the corner with his.
They tried unzipping each other’s pants, but the tent was rather small and the angles were awkward, so they decided to each remove their own pants. There was no rule, after all, that said you had to remove your partners pants rather than your own.
Their shoes and socks were lined in front of the door flap and their pants and boxers had joined their shirts in the corner.
Rodney gasped in surprise when John bent forward without any hesitation what so ever and took Rodney into his mouth. He breathed deeply and lay back onto his double thick sleeping bag. He moaned when John applied more pressure and tapped John on the head. “Come here,” he said.
John pulled off of Rodney, turned and lay on his side. Rodney followed suit, turning into his side to face John and scooted down just a little. He found John’s erection in front of him, the purple head jutting toward him, begging to be sucked. He complied, swiping his tongue over the slit.
John’s dick jumped and John moaned, then Rodney felt his own dick encompassed in the heat of John’s mouth.
“Mmm,” Rodney hummed and took John in completely.
John began lightly rocking his hips forward, pushing himself into Rodney’s mouth, and Rodney matched his rhythm with his own hips.
Rodney hummed again over John’s dick when he felt the tip of John’s finger pressing at his hole. His breathing hitched when the finger pushed in.
Rodney enjoyed the duel sensations for a moment before he remembered that he was supposed to be returning the favor. He gave John’s dick a long pull and reached over his hip, he gave John’s anus the same treatment his was receiving.
John groaned and pressed his finger in further and Rodney’s hips bucked when his prostate was grazed.
Rodney sucked harder and began rocking his hips faster. He moaned over John’s erection with every exhale.
Rodney was close and the feeling of John’s mouth on his dick, his finger is Rodney’s ass and John’s hair lightly tickling his inner thigh was driving him even closer to the brink.
He pulled back and lavished attention on the head of John’s cock. Licking the slit, then running his tongue under the rim, then licking around it like a lollipop. He could hear John’s breathing speed up and John’s hips stopped rocking. Rodney felt the muscles in John’s thigh get as hard as a rock as he stiffened.
John’s ass squeezed Rodney’s finger as he came. Rodney swallowed greedily and kept his finger moving inside John’s ass.
Rodney pulled off John’s spent cock and grunted as he came. John hummed hungrily and sucked him harder. Rodney groaned and his hips bucked again.
John pulled off of Rodney with a wet pop and turned around.
Rodney smiled at John and lifted his head for John’s arm. John wrapped his arm around Rodney’s shoulders and pulled him close. Rodney rested his head on John’s chest and ran his fingernail in a circle around John’s nipple. John moaned and arched into the touch.
“You know,” Rodney said with a chuckle. “I think I’m beginning to see why people like camping.”
John laughed and kissed the top of Rodney’s head. “Maybe we should do this more often.”
“That’d be good.” Rodney yawned and pulled his sleeping bag around them both, he snuggled into John and closed his eyes.
“Night, Rodney.” John whispered.
“Night,” Rodney replied sleepily.
“See you in the morning.”
“Mmm hmm,” Rodney hummed just before he fell asleep.
FIN