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‘Rodney . . . what are you doing?’ The scientist had dropped by John’s room not that long after the bitch of a mission they’d had on Olesia. McKay had stepped right up in John’s space and was just looking at him intently. The man’s breath – coffee and chocolate and heat – gusted over John’s face, making his skin flush in response.
‘I can’t believe I didn’t notice it before,’ Rodney said apropos nothing.
‘Notice what, McKay?’
It seemed, though, like Rodney was more interested in his own line of inquiry than answering John’s questions.
‘It took seeing you in a collar for it finally to click. Hearing the way you more or less asked Ronon if he wanted you to make it an order.’
John shifted uncomfortably, feeling a little like he used to feel when his COs were up in his face.
Inappropriately aroused.
‘Teyla tells you what to do. I tell you what to do. Now Ronon – you can fake it, sure, but you’re not the man in charge. Or at least, you are but you really don’t want to be.’
John should have been insulted, but instead he felt a thrill running all the way through him.
‘You’re a sub, aren’t you?’
John smirked, and finally looked at Rodney. ‘I am if you say I am.’
‘Sir.’ Rodney said firmly and quietly, and John’s cock began to feel uncomfortable in his pants.
‘Sir,’ he agreed, the tension draining out of his body.
John could have used that line he’d used before – “I’m a sub but I’m not your sub.” He wasn’t just there for the taking of any Dom who wanted. But he’d been McKay’s since the moment the man first told him what to do, which was just a few seconds after meeting him. He’d been wanting this for over a year, and not even Doranda had knocked the edge off that.
‘You want this.’ It wasn’t a question and John just nodded. Rodney coughed.
‘Yes, Sir,’ John said hastily. Damn, he liked a strict Dom. He’d always hoped Rodney went this way – and more to the point, went this way for him. It had always seemed like a huge waste of potential if Rodney didn’t want to boss people around for kicks.
‘You want this right now?’ a question, this time.
‘Yes, Sir,’ John kept his voice level, but he had flying-level thrills running under his skin.
‘Strip for me, then,’ Rodney ordered, and how was his voice so low and calm when out there he always sounded like he was on the verge of shrieking? It was a voice that went straight through John in only good ways. He lost no time in peeling himself out of his clothes – efficient, not showy, but not in any rush either. He folded his uniform onto a chair, and then slid his boxers down over his erection and off, returning to stand in front of the unnaturally still, quiet and steady astrophysicist. John didn’t much like his scarred and hairy body, but he liked the vulnerability of being on show for his still-clothed Dom.
Rodney’s eyes raked down John’s body like he already owned it, clearly liking what he saw. John had never felt like he was what a Dom would want, so he was gratified by Rodney’s appreciation.
Rodney reached for a pillow and threw it on the ground at John’s feet. John didn’t have to be told – he sank to his knees as easily as taking his next breath. It felt more natural to be kneeling for McKay than he cared to think about. He hadn’t expected this . . . but damn, how he’d wanted it.
Rodney pulled a piece of paper and a pen from his pocket and handed them to John. John read it and found himself blushing. It was the filthiest checklist of kink-related activities John had ever clapped eyes on. He ticked every box without hesitation.
Rodney took back the list and surveyed it, rolling his eyes. ‘Well, that was so typical of you, but it doesn’t really give me information about your preferences, so now I’m going to have to get you to talk and you’re not going to like that one bit. But tough.’
John tensed – he wasn’t in control here, but some things were too far even for him, and talking? But if his Dom wanted it, his Dom got it.
‘Okay, pain. I know you can deal with it, but do you like it?’ Rodney asked.
‘I . . . like the rush of it, but . . . I like it more if my Dom gets off on it.’
‘Oh, of course you’d be that kind of masochist, turned on by others' sadism. How very self-sacrificing of you. Just as well I’m a sadist then, isn’t it?’ Rodney grinned, altogether too pleased with himself. John liked that look, a lot. Rodney McKay being a sadist was just about the best thing he’d heard in a very long time. By this point, moisture was gathering on the tip of his cock, which was aching to be played with.
‘Orgasm control? Denial?’ Rodney asked.
‘Yeah, the more control I lose the better it is.’
‘Then you’ll want to be restrained.’ It wasn’t a question. ‘And I’m just going to remind you that it’s yes, Sir.’
‘Yes, Sir,’ John corrected himself, his cock twitching eagerly in response to Rodney’s bossyness.
‘What kind of humiliation does it for you? Somehow I can't imagine you getting off on forced feminisation or homophobic abuse. Which, in any case I don't go in for.’ John was relieved about that – he thought seeing femininity as humiliating was a bunch of sexist crap. ‘But what if I called you a slut?’
‘That wouldn't humiliate me, I kinda aspire to being a slut.’ John said with a smirk. He didn’t think he was one, but perhaps that was lack of opportunity. He could definitely see himself being a slut for Rodney McKay.
‘Of course you do,’ Rodney said with an eyeroll. ‘but you haven’t answered my question,’ he pointed out, ‘and I expect answers when I ask you something.’
‘Sorry, Sir. I once had a guy make me lick my come off his admittedly clean floor and I got off on that, but it’s kinda situational, and I can go a bit cold if it’s not the right vibe, and that’s hard to pin down.’ John blushed a little at the confession.
‘Noted. And how do you feel about possessiveness? Me treating you like you’re mine?’
John looked at Rodney levelly for a second, and took in a breath. ‘I want to be owned. Used. All my choices taken away.’ He couldn’t quite believe he’d admitted to that. What he wouldn’t admit to was this answer was for Rodney alone.
Rodney scrutinised John for a whole minute without saying anything at all. John felt stripped of far more than just his clothes in that moment. Rodney was going to know everything about him if he stuck around. He wanted that, badly. not many people got let in to John’s head, but this man had already built himself an access all areas pass.
‘Breath play?’ Rodney asked at last.
John thought about it. He’d do anything Rodney wanted of him, but the man needed to hear his preferences.
‘Only if the thing stopping my breathing is your cock in my throat, Sir,’ he said, wondering what Rodney would feel like in his mouth, and swallowing to stop himself from drooling.
Rodney looked unsurprisingly pleased with that response.
‘It sounds like you have a lot of experience, John. How the hell have you got away with it? You must have been carrying Dom’s marks at awkward times during your service.’
John shrugged at this. There had been close calls in his younger days, but he’d wanted what he’d wanted and needed what he needed, and the stupid regs weren’t going to change that.
‘DADT worked in my favour – nobody asked, Sir,’ he said, although Rodney would know that wearing such blatant signs of kinky activity was tantamount to telling. ‘And the SGC are rather fond of queers, so I don’t worry so much now. ’Sides, all my Doms could have been women . . .’
‘They weren’t, though.’ Again, not a question.
‘No, Sir,’ other than Nancy, and that really hadn’t worked out.
‘Oh John, I’m going to ruin you,’ Rodney said suddenly, carding his fingers through John’s hair in a gesture that was surprisingly affectionate. That gave John a moment of hesitation – just what was on offer here? He liked Rodney a lot, but he’d settle for being whipped and hopefully fucked. The man didn’t seem like the type to cuddle him afterwards, and John wasn’t going to let slip those kinds of desires.
They talked some more, or rather McKay fired questions and John gave the closest to one-word answers that he could get away with.
It was excruciating. And he was fully hard the whole damn time, already leaking pre-come onto the pillow beneath his parted legs.
When he was done, Rodney pulled something else from his pocket.
A collar. Soft, untearable black fabric, one inch wide, secured with a curiously intricate snap-fastening that John knew came from Pegasus. John inclined his neck in invitation, and Rodney fastened the collar on him with deft hands, pulling a pin from the sealed clasp so it was locked. He put the pin in his pocket.
John’s heart was thudding like he’d been trying to beat Ronon in a race. Rodney traced his stout, clever fingers along the collar, sliding his palm to the back of John’s neck and leaving it there – a heavy, comforting weight.
‘While this is on, you’re mine, 100%. You do as you’re told, you don’t try to take control even a little bit. You will be punished otherwise. I use traffic lights for safewords – cough, tap or snap your fingers if you can’t speak. One for green, two for yellow, three for red.’
‘Yes, Sir,’ John responded, feeling a little breathless suddenly.
‘Right, stay there. I need to see if you have what I need to improvise a scene, because I don’t particularly want to wander the corridors of Atlantis whilst tenting my uniform.' His face bore a smirk that helped relax John, then his eyes dropped to Rodney’s crotch, and the man wasn’t lying. John’s mouth watered, again.
Rodney seemed so calm and in control – but it was nice to see John was having an impact.
The other man ruffled his hair affectionately and oh, that felt good. Then started rifling through John’s possessions like he owned the place. Five minutes later, Rodney had cleared John’s desk, and found what he needed – some climbing ropes and two of John’s leather belts.
Rodney came and stood behind John, grabbing him tight by the biceps and hauling him to his feet. McKay was stronger than John, a fact that had always peeved him – the man didn’t work out, he just had natural strength and bulk. Now, that strength was hot as fuck as he manhandled John, walking him to the desk and pushing him forward onto its surface.
God, he was perfect. John all but fucking swooned from the manhandling. He tucked away nagging little squishy feelings about McKay holding him, because this was what he wanted most, and if he didn’t get the other stuff he also longed for afterwards? Well, he could live with that.
‘You like that.’ Rodney said, running a hand down John's back and over his ass. ‘Like being manhandled. I saw that when they tied you up, put the collar on you. Your head didn’t want to be captured but your body liked what they were doing to it.’
Rodney grabbed John’s wrists and pulled them behind him, fiercely. Crossing them over, he used the rope to tie them fast together. McKay’s rough hands and the bite of the rope were perfect – John began to relax against the hard surface of the desk. It was uncomfortable, but that didn’t matter. His only job was to submit to what was happening to him. Discomfort helped him do that.
‘Oh yes, I like that. You’re just so eager to submit, aren’t you?’ Rodney took John’s clasped hands in his – a surprisingly intimate gesture – and pressed John down into the desk, humming to himself happily.
Using more of the same length of rope, Rodney secured John’s torso to the desk, leaving him completely helpless. The more control McKay took, the more relaxed John felt.
‘You look good like that,’ Rodney said. Then he ran a hand down over John’s backside and traced all the way down from inner thigh, to knee, to ankle. John shivered from the touch.
Rodney lifted John’s foot, bending his leg and fastening his ankle to the desk leg so that his foot was just off the floor, sole pointing backwards. He repeated this with the other foot on the opposing desk leg. Something about that made John feel especially vulnerable – both the exposure of his delicate soles and the sense of having his feet off the ground. The desk legs were wide enough apart from each other that his own legs were also widely splayed, leaving him all on show and slightly straining. It made him shiver with a mixture of excited anticipation and something like pre-combat nerves.
Then, Rodney stepped back for the longest time, not touching John, or speaking. John couldn’t even hear him move, and assumed he was just watching. Perhaps planning what he wanted to do, perhaps just allowing them both to get into the right headspace. At first, John felt impatient, desperately wanting Rodney to start playing with him.
As the minutes ticked away, though, John drifted a little further into a submissive headspace. Rodney would do what he was going to do when he was going to do it. John didn’t have any control, and that was okay. It was what he desperately wanted.
Sometime later, out of nowhere, pain slashed across John’s buttock, accompanied by the piercing slap of leather against skin.
‘Fuck!’ John couldn’t help but cry out at the shock of it, even as his excitement bubbled up in response. At last.
‘No talking, except to safeword, or say yes, Sir or please, Sir or thank you, Sir,’ Rodney ordered. ‘But you can make noise – in fact, I insist on it.’
The talking thing was fine by John, but John thought of himself as the stoic type, so being asked – told – to make noise was pushing his buttons. McKay would know that, of course. This was the man’s sadism showing up for sure.
‘Yes, Sir,’ he said, realising this man was going to get right in his head and take him apart like the genius engineer he was.
Thwack! John’s own belt came slamming down across his other buttock even harder, a feeling not unlike being cut, followed by burn and heat. John groaned in response to the pain.
‘That’s it, good boy,’ Rodney said, and John didn’t know how he got away with it, because he’d never liked being called boy, but when Rodney said it, it felt right somehow.
Rodney slashed the belt down again, eliciting a grunt from John that sounded oddly sexual considering it was born of intense pain.
‘Oh good grief,’ Rodney said, ‘I can see that hurting you is going to be completely addictive.’ And that was what John was here for – hearing his Dom’s arousal suffused him with pleasure.
Thwack! The belt came down a fourth time across John’s already stinging, burning buttocks. Rodney traced those clever fingers of his along the welts he had made, and then traced over his flesh, dragging fingertips under the curve of John’s ass and into the join of his thigh, and then back across the welts. John veritably moaned in response, his cock twitching and leaking more pre-come.
So much for stoicism.
‘I like the way my welts look on your skin,’ the man said thoughtfully. ‘From now on I’m going to make sure there’s never a time you’re not carrying my marks on you.’
Oh God. Rodney was talking like he was in it for the long haul. John quietened his heart – this was just play, he told it, in response to its wayward fluttering. No use getting ahead of yourself, Sheppard.
‘Thank you, Sir,’ he said, and meant it. The thought of always having Rodney’s marks on his skin was intoxicating.
‘Just so you know what’s coming, boy, once you’ve had ten of the belt, I’m going to play with you a little, maybe edge you some, but we won’t be done with the belt for a good while yet, so you’d better settle in.’
Oh God yes, please, John wanted all that attention on him forever.
Thwack! The fifth stroke of the belt crossed the other welts, and the pain was beginning to blur around the edges and be transformed by endorphins. It didn’t make it easier, exactly, but it made it more intense, more thrilling. John moaned, expressing a complicated combination of pleasure and pain. He'd never been this vocal before, didn’t know what had gotten into him. His Dom’s instruction to make noise had liberated something in him.
The sixth stroke came slamming down and John moaned even louder, his hard cock twitching even as his body recoiled from the pain of it.
‘God, Sheppard, you’re fucking perfect. You were made to be hurt, weren’t you? You’re just crying out to be beaten and dominated and used.’
‘Yes Sir,’ John agreed, already knowing Rodney could do absolutely anything and John would love it just because it was Rodney.
The hand not holding the belt began to run over John’s ass again, pressing into the welts, but caressing, too, a curious mix of affection and pain infliction. Then, deft fingers traced their way into John’s crack, skimming over his hole and making him shiver. They traced down his perineum and wrapped around his balls, squeezing softly. Rodney slipped his hand around John’s cock, touching it for the first time, taking it in a firm grip even as his other hand brought the belt down once more across John’s ass.
John moaned even louder at the intensity of the pleasure and pain combined.
‘You like that, huh?’ McKay said, jacking John’s cock as he brought the belt down again.
‘Yes, Sir,’ John managed to say between moans.
Rodney began to jerk John’s cock with hard, deliberate strokes, and John was surprised how close he was to the edge. McKay was just this side of brutal with his grip, fucking his fist onto John’s cock with a fierce, twisting motion. He brought the belt down on John’s buttocks the last two times in quick succession and that just about undid John, who was now moaning desperately, on the edge of coming without permission.
‘Please Sir,’ he moaned, as he began to fear he could not hold on much longer from the onslaught of fierce pleasure.
‘Good boy. You did well. Do you want a cock ring?’ Rodney asked, his grip easing.
‘Yes Sir, thank you,’ John responded, flooding with relief.
Rodney’s apparently bottomless cargo pants pockets produced a cock ring that was mercifully tight enough to stop John in his tracks. He felt relieved – another bit of control given over completely to the other man. He loved the feeling of Rodney putting it on him. As soon as it was on, Rodney resumed his assault on John’s cock, sliding his grip up and down the shaft and rubbing his thumb across the slit. Rodney quickly brought him right back to the edge and kept him there for what felt like forever.
While one hand dispensed unending pleasure to John’s cock, the other ran fingernails across the welts on John’s ass, randomly digging into them and giving John stabs of intense pain. John could no longer censor his moans and cries in response to the intensity of the pleasure/pain Rodney was dispensing. The man was evil. He was perfect. John could hardly bear it and never wanted it to stop.
‘I think I should keep you in a cage. Make sure you understand this is mine and mine alone.’ Rodney said thoughtfully, as his deft fingers dragged the copious amounts of pre-come down from the tip of John’s cock to lubricate his grip and allow John’s cock to slide through his strong fist.
‘Yes Sir,’ John said breathlessly, taken aback by how quickly Rodney was taking complete control and how absolutely sure John was that he wanted that. Okay, maybe they’d been dancing around each other for a while, and maybe John fell a long time ago, but this was like a nosedive, only he didn’t have any desire to pull up, nor any fear of hitting the ground.
His ass was sore, his aching cock desperate to come, his balls drawn up tight and almost painful, and he was loving every second of it.
John felt the harsh bite of McKay’s fingers pinching the sensitive skin between his ass and his thighs. He jumped, surprised at the intensity of the feeling. It was its own kind of sexy ouch. Rodney smoothed a hand over his rump affectionately, and then pinched again on the other side. John groaned. The Dom traced his fingernail along the creases at the top of each leg, and then pinched some more. It was maddening, and John wanted it to stop as much as he wanted more.
But mostly, he wanted to just let Rodney McKay happen to him and not have a say. The hand on his cock was still going, keeping him right on the edge even as he was tortured. John’s breathing was coming in desperate little pants.
“Oh, that’s nice, your responses are delicious,” Rodney said, sounding gratifyingly aroused.
Rodney eventually turned his pinches back to caresses, slowing the hand stroking over John’s cock into a motion that was a different kind of pleasurable and ignited some kind of longing in John that he didn’t want to look at. He melted under Rodney’s touch, desperate for more of everything.
‘Ready for the belt again?’ Rodney asked, at length.
‘Please, Sir,’ John said, and again he meant it. His desire for the Dom’s pain was fierce. He wanted Rodney’s attention and he wanted Rodney’s pleasure. Rodney let go of his cock, finally, and stepped back from him. John waited, a tight mixture of thrill and fear thrumming through him.
Slap! The belt came stinging across John’s thighs, catching both at once in a vicious blow. He cried out in surprise, but Rodney gave him no chance to recover, repeating the motion over and over. The stinging blows across his sensitive thighs came down relentlessly, making John cry out continually. McKay didn’t stop or hold back until John had another 10 sets of welts across the backs of his thighs, and tears running down his cheeks.
And yet he was still hard and leaking. He felt proud to take the pain for his Dom and more than happy to be Rodney’s plaything, knowing the man would get off on his cries of pain and his marked skin.
Rodney ran what felt like affectionate hands all over John’s body.
‘You took that so well.’ He came around and took John’s face in his hands, wiping away the tears.
‘I do so love to make a sub cry,’ he said thoughtfully. ‘One day – not today, I have other plans – I look forward to fucking your tear-stained face.’
Yes, please, John thought. God, how was he doing this? Pushing all of John’s buttons in ways that made him fall further and further, never a misstep taking John away from where he wanted to be. John had never had a Dom get things so right whilst also taking so many risks on a first time play date. Sure, there was nothing Rodney had said or done that wasn’t negotiated, but that still didn’t explain the sheer artistry of how McKay was taking him apart.
Perhaps the scientist really did know John that well.
Rodney slipped a thumb through the tracks of John’s tears and traced it down and over John’s lips, pressing in. John’s lips parted, letting him in, flicking at Rodney’s digit with his tongue. He had the sudden, fierce yearning for the man to kiss him, but that wasn’t the game they were playing here. He was content to let McKay take ownership; other feelings would have to be put on ice.
Rodney’s bright blue eyes met his as the thumb continued to map John’s lips thoughtfully.
‘You’re beautiful.’ Rodney said it suddenly and earnestly, and it took John completely by surprise. ‘I think you may be my perfect sub,’ he added.
John just sucked Rodney’s thumb into his mouth, giving him a filthy demonstration of what he would like to do to the man’s cock. Rodney’s eyes widened and darkened with lust. John was pathetically grateful for the fact that he couldn’t talk.
Rodney slid his other hand round the back of John’s neck, and then raked his fingers up into John’s hair, suddenly grabbing a handful and pulling hard as he pushed down with his thumb. John just moaned, and continued to suck and flick his tongue at the invading digit.
‘And your mouth is the most sinful thing in the universe, John Sheppard,’ Rodney said after letting John play for a while. He pulled his thumb back and traced John’s lips, and then a look of slight hesitation crossed his face before he shook it away and reached into his cargo pants pocket one more time.
He pulled forth a tube of lube and a pack of condoms.
‘I’m not quite done with hurting you yet, but I think I’d like to play with your ass awhile.’
Again, there was a look of hesitation across Rodney’s face, and then he ruffled John’s hair in a petting gesture that nearly melted John and returned behind him.
That same thumb, still wet with spit, rubbed at John’s hole just as it had at his lips, demanding entrance quickly and pressing in. John moaned in unashamed pleasure at the first feeling of penetration. If he could have moved at all for the ropes trussing up his body, he would have pushed back onto the probing digit, but he liked being restrained so tight he could do nothing but wait for the other man to choose what happened to him.
The thumb moved away, and John whined in protest, earning himself a series of hard, vicious slaps right across his welted buttocks.
‘Don’t be a brat, boy, I’m running this.’
Oh God, McKay was going to be strict, and that just aroused John all the more. His face burned almost as much as his ass, though, as he determined not to let the Dom down again.
‘Yes Sir,’ John affirmed.
A lubed finger began to trace John’s hole, massaging the sensitive flesh there deliciously. John moaned his appreciation, feeling increasingly desperate to be properly fucked, but equally determined not to be demanding again and earn himself another punishment.
Of course, he reserved the right to provoke punishments in future, because sometimes that could be fun.
McKay was in no hurry, massaging away until John was wild with the feelings from it. Slowly, the finger began to dip inside him, pressing in with glacial slowness (and clearly McKay was doing this deliberately to teach John patience) and sliding in and out of him, whilst carefully avoiding John’s prostate. He desperately wanted to whine in protest, but he also wanted to be a good sub for his Dom. This must have gone on for 20 minutes or so when finally Rodney pulled away again.
John missed the digits, but knew better than to whine about it.
‘Good boy. You learn fast, I like that in a sub.’
Two lubed fingers returned to John’s hole and slid into him with a little more purpose. Rodney’s clever fingertips quickly sought out John’s prostate and began to press into it.
Sparks ignited through John’s body, and he moaned loudly and wantonly. Rodney began an earnest massage of John’s pleasure spot, taking his time but not holding back, fucking the two fingers hard against John’s prostate until he was buzzing with pleasure and desperate to come. Rodney just carried on teasing him, relying on the cock ring to prevent his orgasm, pushing him into greater and greater heights, until he couldn’t think for the assault of sensations washing through him. The rope held him, the pain of the welts on his skin just intensified the pleasure.
Just when John began to think he might need to safeword because it was all getting close to too much, Rodney pulled John’s cock backwards and John felt a hot, wet mouth close over the tip. He cried out loudly. This was completely unexpected, the feeling of Rodney’s mouth on him more intense than anything he imagined. Rodney sucked at the head of John’s cock, flicking his tongue into the slit, while his fingers fucked into John and massaged his throbbing prostate. John panted through the sensations, sure he might come despite the cock ring, but Rodney’s mouth on him felt so good, so good. He wondered if it was possible to die of pleasure.
And then as quickly as it started, it stopped. John knew better than to express his disappointment at that.
‘You’re perfect.’ McKay said, with what sounded like awe. ‘I’m going to hurt you some more now,’ he added.
The fingers left John’s hole and he heard the sound of the belt being picked up again. A long moment ensued, where John wondered deliciously where the pain was going to land. It gave him nothing but a thrill – to be McKay’s plaything, at the mercy of the man’s whims and desires.
I’m yours, he desperately wanted to say.
After an eternity of waiting, there was a sudden, stinging slap across the sole of his vulnerable right foot. He cried out in surprise and pain. It wasn’t going to welt or do damage, but the sensitive skin there was easily teased into pain. Rodney knew exactly what he was doing, inflicting hurt but not harm. John was pretty sure he’d be able to walk just fine tomorrow (at least on account of his feet) but the onslaught of stinging little blows was excruciating, nevertheless. He kept up the torture for longer, no doubt aware he wasn’t going to harm his sub, and clearly enjoying John’s cries of pain.
“I just knew that the oh so stoic John Sheppard would make the best noises under the right circumstances,” McKay said, his voice sounding breathless and excited and profoundly pleased.
And dammit, John was enjoying his enjoyment, purely delighted to be a good sub for the cranky astrophysicist who had won his heart a long time ago. But he wasn’t going to think about that. It was enough to simply get off on the man’s enjoyment of his suffering and ignore his more complicated feelings.
He gave himself over to it, finding himself falling even further into submission than he had ever done before. If anyone deserved his trust, it was Rodney. Yes, even after Doranda. For all the things he’d said out loud, his trust hadn’t really been shaken. He knew as well as Rodney the risks they were taking there. He could still trust this man absolutely, with his body and his life. Rodney had proved that countless times. He slipped further and further down into submission, letting the tortuous blows blur together and just accepting the other man’s will over his body.
‘Oh, you’re perfect,’ Rodney said, finally putting aside the belt and massaging John’s feet until the endorphins began to make him really high. Then he ran feather-like fingertips down the soles of John’s feet, driving him crazy with the ticklishness of it. John hated being tickled more than he hated being hurt, but even that was something John was prepared to simply submit to. Whatever McKay wanted, McKay got.
When it went on a little too long, he wanted to whine and protest, but he knew better. His voice communicated his suffering, but there was no protest in it.
“So good. I can tell that was the hardest thing of all and you just took it beautifully.” Rodney had straightened up, and was caressing his hands over John’s back and ass and then up to his hair. Finally, he rested a heavy hand on the back of John’s neck. “Such a good sub for me. The kind of sub I’d be absolutely mad not to keep and permanently collar.”
John preened at the praise, and his heart soared at the idea of this becoming a permanent arrangement, of keeping the other man’s collar. He hummed his pleasure at the idea, and at the feel of Rodney’s hand on his neck.
“Like that idea, huh?” Rodney said thoughtfully, “that’s good.”
The hand left his neck, and John felt hands on his cock and balls. Rodney was removing the cock ring, stroking his still hard length almost affectionately.
Then, there was the unmistakable sound of Rodney’s cock being sheathed and lubed, and a hand was grasping tight around the wrists crossed into John’s back as the thick, thick head pressed against John’s entrance.
Rodney had done just enough prep for it to be safe but still hard on John. John couldn’t help but mewl a little from the pain of Rodney pressing into him, even though it felt so, so good.
‘Just take it, boy,’ Rodney murmured, his voice thick with lust, his hand clenching harder on John’s wrists and pressing down. He went slow, but he didn’t let up, pressing inside John’s burning ass inexorably. ‘I know it burns, but I want it to. Want you to remember pain and pleasure from our first time. You’re safe here. I’ll hurt you plenty, but never harm you.’
John knew that was true. Knew Rodney was a skilled Dom and would leave nothing to chance. And yeah, he wanted it to hurt just as much as Rodney did. wanted to take the pain for his Dom.
Rodney kept on pushing in until his pelvis was pressed tight against John’s welted buttocks and they were both breathing heavily from it. It felt so good to have Rodney deep inside him, the feeling of fullness and satisfaction dancing with the tight hurt of it. Rodney gave him a little time to adjust, but not quite enough, of course. He pulled out slowly, still gripping John’s crossed wrists with one hand and now his hip with a bruising grip in the other. He sank back inside John a little faster, igniting sparks of pleasure and residual pain. John let the complicated mix of feelings bleed through in his sighs, knowing both would be just as arousing to the sadistic astrophysicist.
‘Oh yes. God, I can’t tell you how long I’ve been wanting to do this,’ Rodney said, sounding kind of gone. He pulled out again slowly, and then rammed back in hard, making John cry out. Even as his body still struggled to take the fucking easily, John found himself trying to make the minimal movements possible to take Rodney deeper. Somehow, he managed to arch just a tiny bit against the tight ropes. It was enough to allow Rodney to sink further into him with a happy groan.
‘God, John,’ he said in a voice that was hard to figure. It sounded kind of emotional, pulling hard at the feelings John was trying not to think about.
John’s tiny shift in position had made it easier for Rodney to tag his prostate on each thrust, and now any residual burn was transforming into white hot pleasure. He moaned loudly as Rodney fucked into him forcefully. John could feel the man’s self-control teetering, and he felt smug to have unseated such self-possessed composure.
Rodney’s uniform chafed against the welts on John’s thighs, reminding John that he was the only person here naked. It made him feel vulnerable and safe all at once – McKay could take him apart and see what he was made of, and John was pretty sure the man would put him back together again working better than before.
As Rodney’s cock pounded into him, John let go of the last tiny shreds of control, turning liquid in the other man’s bruising grip.
‘Oh God, John, the way you submit! I’ve never been with a sub like you, so willing to give yourself over to me.’ Rodney rammed himself inside John, giving him just one more reason why he’d be struggling to sit down the next day. ‘I’m going to get you to do things you’ve never even thought about, and you’re going to love every damn moment.’
Oh God, yes, John wanted that so much, wanted McKay’s perfect, fierce attention on him forever. He was moaning continuously now, so close to orgasm he had to fight it off, no longer helped by the cock ring.
‘Okay, boy, one last thing for you to do for me,’ Rodney said breathlessly, as he fucked into John more and more forcefully. ‘Can you come on command?’
‘Yes, Sir,’ John said around an even more pleasure-soaked moan.
Rodney adjusted his stance, somehow managing to increase his assault on John’s prostate, making John cry out. It was hard to stop himself coming with such an onslaught, but he was desperate to prove himself to his Dom. Rodney kept up a ferocious pace for what seemed like an eternity, his right hand pressing John’s crossed hands hard into the small of his back, and his left hand on John’s hip, digging into welts and adding perfect pain to the perfect pleasure.
John tried to school the need out of his wanton moans, but it was impossible to hide how desperate he was to come.
‘You wait as long as I say you wait, boy.’ Rodney said, his voice firm despite heavy breaths between words. ‘If you want to be my sub, you don’t get to come – not ever – without my permission.’
Oh Jesus, that really pushed Johns buttons hard. He’d always known McKay was a taker but as he lay underneath the other man, receiving a hard fucking that seemed never ending, he knew he wanted Rodney to take absolutely everything. If he could have said “I’m yours,” he would have done. Happy to let the man move in and take over in every possible way. He was more than happy to be used by McKay any damn way the man pleased.
‘Damn, you’re good, boy. Not gonna let go of you in a hurry if you keep doing so well for me.’
Rodney let go of John’s wrists and moved his hand to the other hip, and suddenly he was pulling John hard onto his cock, leaving new bruises amidst the welts, scraping the desk across the floor with the force of his thrusts.
The assault on John’s prostate was almost too much. He was going to come, he was going to let down his Dom, and that was unbearable. Tears came to his eyes with the effort of holding on to his climax, but still he didn’t let protest edge its way into his moaning cries.
‘That’s it, oh God, that’s it, come for me!’ Rodney cried out, slamming inside of John as he came himself. John almost yelled as the intense climax shook through him in pulse after pulse, as Rodney fucked him through both their orgasms with a slightly trembling rhythm, maintaining the tight, bruising grip on John’s hips as his body bucked into John’s. He kept on fucking until John wanted to protest, oversensitive and wrung out but ridiculously, stupidly happy, and never wanting it to stop almost as much as he needed to collapse in a puddle of sated bliss.
Rodney finally stilled deep inside of John’s body, and almost fell forward over him for a moment, his body pushed close against John’s. He pressed a kiss into the back of John’s neck, and John’s stupid heart couldn’t help but hope proper kissing might be a thing between them, even if there had as yet been no evidence of that.
‘So good, John. So good. So perfect.’
John lapped up the praise and would have happily stayed like that forever, despite the discomfort of the position, which was suddenly beginning to make itself apparent.
McKay seemed wise to that, and stirred himself, efficiently releasing John’s bonds and massaging his limbs as he lay over the desk, a wet noodle. Rodney wiped up the mess they’d made with a hanky and then hauled John up, slinging his arm around a shoulder and walking him to the bed. He pulled back the covers and lowered John into his own bed with very little help. John was gone – blissed out in subspace and trying to stop that pesky yearning feeling from harshing his mellow.
Rodney pulled the covers up over him and once again raked fingers through his hair. He could definitely get used to that, but he had a feeling the other man was about to leave, and he wasn’t sure how he was going to deal.
McKay just stood there, over the bed, looking at John and saying nothing. The man usually spoke his mind, and John liked how he knew whatever McKay was thinking. But now the man was oddly silent.
Finally, McKay gave a funny little sigh that was almost a whine, and pulled himself out of his clothes, climbing into John’s tiny bed and wrapping his arms tight around John.
Oh God. Rodney McKay, sadistic Dom was also a cuddler, and John really couldn’t be happier about that. He gave a happy little moan and pushed himself closer into his Dom’s body.
The two of them drifted for the longest time, holding tight to each other, comfy and secure. For a while, John was away in subspace, but after a time he started replaying the scene in his head. Before very long, he was hard again, his length pressing into McKay’s thigh. Slowly, he became aware that McKay was in the same boat. He pressed against the other man, trying to communicate his need.
John’s head was buried against McKay’s chest, Rodney’s arms tight around his shoulders. He felt lips pressing down against his brow. The closeness was confusing – he hadn’t had this with a Dom before.
He liked it. A lot.
‘Something tells me you need to be fucked again,’ Rodney said into his hair. John sighed and pressed his hardon closer against Rodney, and Rodney returned the favour. Then, he moved his hands from John’s shoulders and smoothed them down his upper arms, sliding them to his torso and tucking them under his armpits. He pulled John upwards until they were eye to eye. He suddenly looked oddly unsure of himself.
‘Can we just be Rodney and John for a moment and have a conversation first?’
John felt apprehensive, but he nodded.
‘So there’s this thing I like that wasn’t on my list. And it’s something you military types don’t tend to like doing, but . . . ‘
‘Rodney,’ John said gently, ‘just tell me.’ It was strange how suddenly vulnerable the other man seemed.
‘I mean, that scene was scaldingly hot, and I want to do that again, and I want to do unspeakable things to you on a semiregular basis for as long as you’re into it, and I really wasn’t kidding about collaring you either if you’re willing, but also . . .’
‘I’m listening,’ John said. Jesus, how bad could it be? He had some pretty interesting kinks himself and he was pretty sure nothing McKay said would shock him.
‘I like kissing, okay? Sometimes I want to be Sir and have you at my feet, but right this moment I’d quite like something different.’
John just sighed so loudly it was almost a moan and grabbed Rodney’s face, pulling him into a hungry kiss, that the other man returned with interest. Rodney’s mouth on his was everything he’d hoped it would be – bossy, agile, sensuous and demanding. Before long, Rodney had John on his back, pressing up into McKay’s body, desperate and sighing as they licked their way into each other’s mouths.
They made out for what seemed like a blissful eternity. Finally, Rodney pulled back and looked at John.
‘I’m going to fuck you again now, okay?’
‘Yes. Please, Rodney. Want you so bad.’
Somehow, Rodney had managed to have the presence of mind to leave the lube and condoms on the bedside table, so he didn’t have to completely disentangle himself from John, just pushed himself up, rolled on a condom, reached for the lube, slapped some on his cock and pushed John’s knees up to his chest.
‘Is this okay?’ He asked, looking vulnerable again. ‘Just us, Rodney and John, no scene, no role-play?’
‘Rodney, it’s perfect,’ John said, pulling the man down into a hot kiss. Rodney pressed slowly into John’s happily aching body without stopping the kiss for a second.
Rodney like this was night and day from the Dom of earlier. He was still absolutely in charge, but he oozed affection and closeness and it all felt oddly emotional. John could feel tears pricking his eyes, and wondered if he was heading for sub drop, but Rodney made him feel safe and held as he moved against John’s body with solid commitment but none of the fierceness of earlier.
The two of them pushed into each other’s spaces with a hungry need, like they’d been desperate for each other all this time, like maybe they were both feeling the same. John’s body hurt, but the feel of Rodney inside him transcended pain – he found himself quickly soaring to the edge of climax and staying there as Rodney, with his dominance and discipline, pushed deep inside his body for what seemed like forever.
God, maybe McKay was into John, not just into having someone who knew how to be a good sub. That didn’t change John’s need to submit, though, and despite how easily he could have come with Rodney fucking him so damn perfectly, there was no way he was going to come without permission.
Rodney was sighing and moaning softly, kissing his way along John’s jaw, down his neck.
‘God John, you drive me seriously fucking crazy,’ Rodney said, speeding up his thrusts into John’s welted ass. ‘You know what I’m going to do? I’m going to come in your ass and leave you hanging, then I’m going to suck you off, so slowly it’s going to drive you crazy.’
Hearing that almost made John come on the spot, but he instead felt himself slipping back into submission, letting Rodney take him closer and closer to climax without permission to fall over the edge. The man had stamina, and it went on like that for ages, but finally Rodney was coming unravelled, rutting harder against John, his kisses sloppy against John’s neck. When he came, he cried out, ‘so good, so good,’ as he fucked John through his own climax, leaving John trembling with need.
Eventually, he stilled against John’s body, breathing hard as his cock slowly softened inside John until he finally had to pull out and rescue the condom.
John loved this bit – his Dom having taken what he wanted, sated, leaving him hanging and desperate. Didn’t know why he loved that feeling so much, but he did. His body buzzed with arousal and happiness. It occurred to him that maybe, just maybe the things he’d been yearning for were his. Rodney’s deadweight on him, snoozing and sated, and seeming unlikely to suck John’s cock any time soon, just made him feel peaceful and content.
It must have been half an hour at least when McKay finally moved, pressing his body up to kiss John and then sliding down his torso, trailing hot kisses. John’s cock was hard again by the time he reached it, and he licked a stripe the whole length of it, before closing his mouth over the tip and laving it with his tongue.
It was the second time Rodney had had John’s cock in his mouth, and John felt somewhat cheated about that, because he felt quite strongly that it was his job to be the cocksucker of the relationship. However, he wasn’t going to deny how heavenly that McKay mouth was, sucking on his hard shaft.
After the intensity of the scene earlier, it was almost shocking to experience just how gentle and sweet and careful Rodney McKay could be. John’s cock, of course, was the only part of him that hadn’t been put through the wringer earlier, so Rodney’s slow, luscious blowjob was something John could luxuriate in without any discomfort apart from the welts in his ass pressing against his sheets as he writhed and moaned somewhat wantonly under the other man.
After an eternity of sucking, taking John right to the edge and keeping him there yet again, Rodney pulled off for a moment and looked up at John earnestly.
‘I hadn’t expected this, for you to be so . . . I expected to need a decoder ring to figure what you wanted, but it’s all there all over you – you let yourself go so beautifully. I’m going to become addicted to you.’
John felt a surge of happy at that, and then Rodney was pressing two fingers inside of him and finding his prostate, while his hot mouth closed back over John’s cock and sucked, hard.
John almost lifted off the bed from the pleasure of it, panting hard to hold on to his orgasm and schooling the whines out of his voice to avoid a punishment. He was pretty sure he was seconds from breaking, but he really didn’t want to let Rodney down. His balls were tight, and electricity sparked at the base of his spine and he almost considered safewording except the pleasure was so perfect he didn’t want to stop it.
Rodney pulled off again, looking up at John with a happy, satisfied, and ever so slightly smug gaze. He carried on massaging John’s prostate and watched him moan and writhe, arching his body off the bed and pushing it down onto Rodney’s fingers without shame.
‘When I take you in my mouth again, you can come for me,’ Rodney said, continuing to tease John’s prostate until he wanted to yell and scream. But he wanted to give the other man control much more than he wanted the simple pleasure of coming. Not in everything, but in this, absolutely, and maybe in some other ways as well. A shallow bit of him may want to come for himself right now, but a much deeper need stopped him. He would wait and suffer exquisitely, and ultimately come for his Dom alone.
Rodney was in no hurry. John was gasping and whimpering on his evil, genius fingers by the time the man finally licked a slow tongue the length of John’s cock, torturing him almost beyond endurance. Then, ever so slowly, Rodney slid his mouth around John’s shaft and sucked hard, pressing against John’s prostate as he did so.
There was nothing dignified about the way John came undone, shouting out and trying to buck up into McKay’s mouth, but being held down with a strong hand against his hip, pressing his welted ass down into the bed, and adding a thrill of pain to the intensity of his climax. The other man sucked him through pulse after pulse, and John could not stop moaning. He hadn’t known himself be so abandoned with a lover, not even some of the more skilled Doms he’d been with in the past. There was an intensity to the two of them that almost scared John, but that rock steady trust that even Doranda hadn’t undone gave him something to ground himself against.
Rodney sucked him until he was oversensitive, afraid to protest, and then the man mouthed his way back up John’s body and pulled him into a long, lazy kiss. He traced his fingers against the collar around John’s throat.
‘You’re mine, John Sheppard,’ he said, and it was strange how much that sounded like “I love you.”
‘All yours, Rodney McKay,’ John replied, sliding his hands down the man’s body and into the small of his back and holding him close, feeling peace like he’d never known in this Galaxy or any other.