SGA: Turnabout is Fairplay
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amalthiaTitle: Turnabout is Fairplay
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amothea
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Rating: NC-17
Summary: John turns the table on Rodney. Sequel to Turnabout
Written for the Cuff 'Em, Vamp 'Em, or Just Make 'Em Come Already Kink and Cliché Multi-Fandom Challenge
Author's Note: I'd like to thankkyrieane for the quick beta.
Rodney's tongue worked at the silk scarf stuffed in his mouth; he still couldn't believe he let John gag him just before he snapped the clasp of the leather band around his wrists. His stomach trembled wondering what John planned to do to him; after all, it took three days for the bruises he left on John to fade. Just the thought of that evening made Rodney flush all over. His cock ached at the thought of John touching him.
Rodney glanced over at John, still wearing his combat gear from their last mission. His gun, strapped to this thigh, came off first, then the shoulder harness. The look on John's face didn't exactly promise pain and misery but his eyes weren't smiling as he continued to strip. Torturing him with every neatly folded clothing article placed carefully on Rodney's only chair.
Completely naked, John opened the top draw of the dresser and pulled out the paddle. Rodney blanched and shrank back. Yes he used that same paddle on John, but that was before he realized how many bruises he had left on John. He didn't think he could handle that level of pain.
The gag in his mouth muffled his protests as John forcibly turned him over onto his stomach, sitting on the back of his thighs. Rodney trembled, waiting for the sharp stinging pain that didn't come; instead he felt a soft kiss land on his shoulder while one of John's hands kneaded his buttocks. Unable to see what John planned to do made the anticipation grow in the pit of his belly. His cock rubbed against the covers excited again once he realized that maybe John didn't plan to spank him.
He should have known better; he realized in retrospect. John's strong, warm hands stopped massaging his back and buttocks, he heard some rummaging behind him and Rodney blissfully waited for slicked fingers to spread him open and penetrate his waiting body.
"I couldn't sit for two days."
Rodney froze, that's not what he expected to hear unprepared for John’s words, then a sharp stinging pain hit his ass. John spanked him! Protests, excuses, and apologies died against the gag in his mouth. None of his muffled complaints convinced John to stop. John spanked him again, this time on the other cheek.
"Lucky for you I'm a forgiving sort of guy."
It didn't feel forgiving as John laid in another five swats without pause or mercy. Rodney quivered and his ass felt like it was on fire and tears fell into the pillow under his head. John spread out the strokes, it stung like a motherfucker, but Rodney doubted he'd have bruises. John knew how to deliver the right amount of force to leave him sweating, hurting, and the endorphins rushing all over his body, but no lingering signs of their game.
"See that wasn't so bad," John said softly laying a kiss against Rodney's trembling sweaty shoulder. His hand soothed his muscles, which had tensed under the onslaught of pain and humiliation. Though remembering that he'd done the same to John lessoned the embarrassment.
Rodney let John flip him over without resisting and his legs parted easily when John slid between them, already slicked and ready. Rodney's eyes leaked tears as John slowly began to fuck him. The intensity of John's eyes captured Rodney's attention and he couldn't look away, not even when John's hand went around his neck and began to slowly apply pressure.
Rodney jerked back but John had leverage and his fingers tightened. He pleaded with his eyes but John shook his head slightly before thrusting harder into him, which increased the knot of pleasure building in his body. Before this Rodney would have sworn on his doctorates that someone choking him during sex was a turn off. The fierceness of John's gaze, the prostate stimulation, and leather restraints against his wrists made his cock swell and leak all over his belly in spite of himself.
It didn't take long for black spots of dot his vision and the roaring in his ears to grow louder, Rodney's erection strained against John's belly as John's thrusts increased in speed; massaging Rodney's prostate relentlessly. Rodney tried to hold onto the thought that John was killing him but his body was overwhelmed with the multitude of sensations and when John's sweat slicked palm wrapped around his erection and stroked Rodney came and came and passed out.
*****
When Rodney came to, his hands were untied, his body was no longer sweaty, his ass stung a little and when he saw John sitting at the foot of the bed, back against the wall watching him, he felt like crying. "John," he choked out. His throat hurt a little, but his hand reaching for John's spoke for him.
John didn't hesitate in falling onto the bed next to him and pulling Rodney's body close to his and kissing him full on the mouth. "Oh God, Rodney," he panted. "I was afraid I maybe went too far."
Rodney shook his head remembering how much he'd liked it. Though when he could talk again he'd point out that maybe they shouldn't do this too often. After all it would only take one miscalculation on John's part and he'd never have the chance to win the Nobel prize.
"You're okay, right?" John's hands soothed down his back and Rodney snuggled into those comforting touches.
"Never better," Rodney said sleepily beginning to drowse under John's gentle touches.
-end-
Author:
amotheaFandom: Stargate Atlantis
Rating: NC-17
Summary: John turns the table on Rodney. Sequel to Turnabout
Written for the Cuff 'Em, Vamp 'Em, or Just Make 'Em Come Already Kink and Cliché Multi-Fandom Challenge
Author's Note: I'd like to thank
kyrieane for the quick beta. Rodney's tongue worked at the silk scarf stuffed in his mouth; he still couldn't believe he let John gag him just before he snapped the clasp of the leather band around his wrists. His stomach trembled wondering what John planned to do to him; after all, it took three days for the bruises he left on John to fade. Just the thought of that evening made Rodney flush all over. His cock ached at the thought of John touching him.
Rodney glanced over at John, still wearing his combat gear from their last mission. His gun, strapped to this thigh, came off first, then the shoulder harness. The look on John's face didn't exactly promise pain and misery but his eyes weren't smiling as he continued to strip. Torturing him with every neatly folded clothing article placed carefully on Rodney's only chair.
Completely naked, John opened the top draw of the dresser and pulled out the paddle. Rodney blanched and shrank back. Yes he used that same paddle on John, but that was before he realized how many bruises he had left on John. He didn't think he could handle that level of pain.
The gag in his mouth muffled his protests as John forcibly turned him over onto his stomach, sitting on the back of his thighs. Rodney trembled, waiting for the sharp stinging pain that didn't come; instead he felt a soft kiss land on his shoulder while one of John's hands kneaded his buttocks. Unable to see what John planned to do made the anticipation grow in the pit of his belly. His cock rubbed against the covers excited again once he realized that maybe John didn't plan to spank him.
He should have known better; he realized in retrospect. John's strong, warm hands stopped massaging his back and buttocks, he heard some rummaging behind him and Rodney blissfully waited for slicked fingers to spread him open and penetrate his waiting body.
"I couldn't sit for two days."
Rodney froze, that's not what he expected to hear unprepared for John’s words, then a sharp stinging pain hit his ass. John spanked him! Protests, excuses, and apologies died against the gag in his mouth. None of his muffled complaints convinced John to stop. John spanked him again, this time on the other cheek.
"Lucky for you I'm a forgiving sort of guy."
It didn't feel forgiving as John laid in another five swats without pause or mercy. Rodney quivered and his ass felt like it was on fire and tears fell into the pillow under his head. John spread out the strokes, it stung like a motherfucker, but Rodney doubted he'd have bruises. John knew how to deliver the right amount of force to leave him sweating, hurting, and the endorphins rushing all over his body, but no lingering signs of their game.
"See that wasn't so bad," John said softly laying a kiss against Rodney's trembling sweaty shoulder. His hand soothed his muscles, which had tensed under the onslaught of pain and humiliation. Though remembering that he'd done the same to John lessoned the embarrassment.
Rodney let John flip him over without resisting and his legs parted easily when John slid between them, already slicked and ready. Rodney's eyes leaked tears as John slowly began to fuck him. The intensity of John's eyes captured Rodney's attention and he couldn't look away, not even when John's hand went around his neck and began to slowly apply pressure.
Rodney jerked back but John had leverage and his fingers tightened. He pleaded with his eyes but John shook his head slightly before thrusting harder into him, which increased the knot of pleasure building in his body. Before this Rodney would have sworn on his doctorates that someone choking him during sex was a turn off. The fierceness of John's gaze, the prostate stimulation, and leather restraints against his wrists made his cock swell and leak all over his belly in spite of himself.
It didn't take long for black spots of dot his vision and the roaring in his ears to grow louder, Rodney's erection strained against John's belly as John's thrusts increased in speed; massaging Rodney's prostate relentlessly. Rodney tried to hold onto the thought that John was killing him but his body was overwhelmed with the multitude of sensations and when John's sweat slicked palm wrapped around his erection and stroked Rodney came and came and passed out.
*****
When Rodney came to, his hands were untied, his body was no longer sweaty, his ass stung a little and when he saw John sitting at the foot of the bed, back against the wall watching him, he felt like crying. "John," he choked out. His throat hurt a little, but his hand reaching for John's spoke for him.
John didn't hesitate in falling onto the bed next to him and pulling Rodney's body close to his and kissing him full on the mouth. "Oh God, Rodney," he panted. "I was afraid I maybe went too far."
Rodney shook his head remembering how much he'd liked it. Though when he could talk again he'd point out that maybe they shouldn't do this too often. After all it would only take one miscalculation on John's part and he'd never have the chance to win the Nobel prize.
"You're okay, right?" John's hands soothed down his back and Rodney snuggled into those comforting touches.
"Never better," Rodney said sleepily beginning to drowse under John's gentle touches.
-end-